Analysis of a Damned Mind

A poem by M.D.

The mirror won’t match my movements.

A groan emanates from my bones.

Kiss your knuckles, raise them up.

Escape the shrieking of your body.


You may think you’re going mad.

Open your mouth and find words.

Understand the words don’t always appear.

Reach inside and find them anyway.


Take your time and speak quietly.

It’s time to take some control,

Move your body and stand up.

Escape the shrieking of your thoughts. Continue reading



A poem by Kiara Spellman


Unconditional. Not subject to any conditions.

Love. An intense feeling of deep affection.


When you put both of those strong words together, you get unconditional love.

A love without limitations and conditions.


God’s love. God’s love will always be unconditional and will always be like the sun.

Warm and always shining down on us.


God’s love has no limit. Despite all the wrong we do and all the pain we cause, he still loves us. Even when we don’t believe in him, he still loves us. Continue reading


Jeremy Coleman, a freshman in the Communications/Journalism program, passed away suddenly on January 10th 2018. Among his many talents, Jeremy was a promising writer. Toward the end of the fall semester, he submitted this following poem titled “Humanity” to be published in the next edition of From the Oak Desk. It is with great honor that we, the editors of FTOD, are able to share this poem with the rest of the SCC community.


A poem by Jeremy Coleman


The wind blows

The air grows cold

The threats of war are getting bold.

We train, we march, we rally our force.

Death, Despair, Fear.

What is it all for?


Humanity needs to get it together.


One life.

One shot.

Temperatures are on the rise

The iced Ursa can’t survive

The forests are falling.


Humanity needs to get it together.


Citizens starving, dying, sick.

Those in power do nothing.

They sit, they stare, they steal.

Greed guides their choices,

Vanity and self wealth.


Humanity needs to get it together.


A world on fire, immersed in smoke

A grey world emerges.

Our greed, our mistakes, on final stroke.

One last time we stoke the flames,

One more time to fuel our fame.


Humanity never got it together.


a poem by Joshua Sponaugle


a little black dog crossed the lake

he paddled hard for his own sake

But birds above they’d come and go

Til’ he felt the weight of a sullen Crow

he knew he mustn’t ask what caused

the fall

before too long, he hadn’t mind at all

the crow flew off and circled round

he Wondered who’d be next to drown


 a poem by Joshua Sponaugle


Till our ticktocker tocks last–

Our grass is spotted.

Carelessly blue, unimaginative

Stands tall above you

Til shapes may come to view

Some mostly emerald–

Others not-so-new.

No matter how lovely–

There, stained soil

Sits quietly true

Miscue Analysis

A poem by Professor Jennifer Martin

Why is this so difficult for you,

my sweet seven-year-old?

Why can’t you step into books

like your brother and sister

and get lost for hours?

(Comparison: A parent’s dirty secret.)

What is holding you back?


Why is b still d, and d still b,

even though your father and I have

made bed posts and pillows out of our fingers

for you to learn the difference? Continue reading

Depression Hurts

A poem by Joshua Sponaugle

They say depression hurts… but do they tell you that it takes a razor to your torso and head, filleting memories and feelings. That it kidnaps you from your family and friends and tortures you, even while they are plainly with you.

It tells you you’re unlovable. It knows you want the pain to stop, and offers you awful advice, the most awful.

F*ck the glory days and rights of men from God, I just want to smell a freshly picked daisy again, and to bask in the vivid, beautiful mundanities that we’ve put out of mind. I too have forgotten, but I want to remember. I need Continue reading