One more shot, one more chug

The fire is easier to handle 

Then the pain in my chest.

I know that tonight your with her

And while I'm in my comatose bed

You'll be fucking in hers.

I'm no ones perfect princess

Disney hasn't made one like me

Big thighs, big breasts, and everything in proportion.

I can hold my liquor till 

it turns around and holds me

Covering my heartache with hangovers.

My heart still wants you

My arms still reach out to hold you

But your holding her.
~Jay

Emily Rissoff | Audio

Emily Rissoff | Songwriter/Producer/Arranger | Audio

Wrinkled Memories

Beautiful

a little affirmation

chakra

As much as I love art, I thought I would also add some helpful pics. I don't know about you guys but, I really want to try this!

Our new logo

strength

Yonkers’ Mural

If you live in Yonkers, you have most likely seen this Mural in Getty Square. I thought maybe it was time to share this artists Mural.

Redemption song

Back to school/ end of summer

False love

Hit me one, hit me two

Let the hits drizzle down

Build me up, feed me

Cuddle me, tell me I'm pretty

Torture me slow.

Hit three, four, five

Can't feel anymore

You tell me you love me

Daggers into my barely living heart

Choke me, beat me down

That's how I've come to live

Can't go a day with out tears or shouts.

You tell me you love me

Then hit me again

You say never again

While kissing her lips

You tell me I'm the only one

But I'm not your first.

-Anonymous

Miss Grande

This is a very beautiful picture of miss Ariana grande

The grass is always greener on the other side

                By: anonymous 

Through my rose colored glasses

Through my rose colored glasses

I see a place I could live

I see the walls that keep me within

I see the break of civilization

And the start of a free me.

Through rose colored glasses

I see a dense forest 

That hold secrets I want to know

That hold beauty untold

That hold adventures, I'm bound to go.

Untitled Rap Poetry

Was. Im to alive to try n attempt suicide. 

If i died i wouldnt be remembered. 

Well probably one gurl in September. 

Until Destiny is fulfilled i live life with all its sorrows and thrills. 

A piece of a playa'z mind. 

Sickest flows with a rhyme so sophisticated.

I can leave your soul fealin liberated. 

A lot of people have tried but aint never debated. 

The streets made me like this.

Im livin the life takin some lives and i already know whats to risk.

Music elementary. Biblical telepathy. 

Its yung suavv and I'll go down in history. 

Gone.

-Yung Suavv

a little sharing project

Today, I am going to share with you a little of what I have just recently started to work on. I think as well as a couple friends that this could be something good. So, now I am giving it up to you guys to let you shred it to pieces and let me know what you think.

t's hard to change your life. You need some kind of huge life altering event, sometimes to put things into perspective. I guess you can say I was lucky enough to have that happen to me. See, I died. Yup, full on kicked the bucket, dead. My heart, my brain, all of it just stopped working and man did it hurt. I used to think that dying was a momentary pain that just went numb as you let go and walked into the light. Well I can tell you that is not true. First, it is a long drawn out process. In my case I was beaten to death by my fiance, on my wedding day! Yeah, I know what a jerk. I caught him fucking my cousin in the bridesmaid suite but, somehow it became my fault. HE had the nerve to yell at me. Saying "why are you here?!" While he grabs my hair "You're supposed to be in your suite getting ready to be my wife!" punches me in the face "you’re a fucking bitch" kick " get the fuck out there before I split your head open." BANG. It didn’t take him long to crack my rib, break my cheek bone, and open a gash on the top of my head. While I laid there on the floor slowly dying he continued his abuse. I could feel everything, like it was on fire. Nothing dulled down as I very slowly died, nothing grew bright, and no deceased family member came from the shadows to collect me. I heard the pounding rush of blood as it quickly escaped my body, I felt it slow down as my heart stopped beating. I saw my cousin look on at my lifeless body as the man who was supposed to love me kept kicking my middle. It took a while for my brain to shut down, and the darkness to take over my eyesight. Death is not a sweet, warm embrace. It is a cold, haunting black void that leaves you alone. Bereft of everything but your thoughts. Oh well, that was then and this is very much now. *** Sitting on top of the building, I have a clear view into his apartment. The boring honey brown wallpaper and clean layout gave the small room a big feeling to it. His new girlfriend draped across his lap like an afgahn across the back of the couch. They cuddle in silence as the ending of their rented movie finishes playing out before them, on their 65 inch flat screen t.v. I can feel my legs start to fall asleep as the numbing pins and needles bite away at my nerve endings. I shift slightly careful not the fall of the edge of the ledge. This has been my perch for the past three days. As I take notes on all the activities within. So, far he has had four girls in and out of that place. He is a very busy boy; fitting in two girls while his girlfriend was away to see her mother and another while she was away at work, for a lunch date. "Come on Derek. Just go to bed, already." It was 2 am and I just want to hurry up and get in. I have had enough of the stalking and observation portion of my revenge. I am ready to get to the good part. Thinking back to my wedding day or rather what should have been my honeymoon. The day I clawed myself out of the morgues freezer draw. I honestly could not, still cannot believe I was alive again, am alive again. Having fell off of the slab and onto the cold harsh floor, it took a good hour before I was able to stand again.

Rapunzel girl

               By: Anonymous

  This reminds me of when flyn sees    Rapunzels window over the foliage. 

                Love this picture.

 For an amateur photographer this is pretty good!  

Adorable doggy

                 By: Christina Perito

                      Grade 12 

       I am in love with this photo!!!!!

Malcolm x

                   By: Ryan Mighty

                      Grade 11