Category: 07th

the starry night sky
so vast and wide
where the stars shine bright
once the sun hides

each star its own bright
and twinkling light
to show us the way
through the darkest night

the moon circles our earth
it marks our passing days
and blankets the earth
with warm silver rays

the constellations as well
our distant friends
guiding our way
to this journey’s end

all these are reminders
from a world beyond
where our dreams come to life
if we’d cross the cosmic pond

A library full of books,
is nothing more than ‘stuff’,
though all those words have wisdom,
all those words are not enough.

Words can cut like daggers,
they can shatter beyond broken,
words can be allies, enemies, and tools,
but words can’t be unspoken.

The floor dissolved into thin air,
left me falling, falling, falling,
I dreaded the wound, that my words had torn,
I was calling, calling, calling.

I poured my heart into a poem,
desperate for the tear to be bonded,
I mixed my soul into that paper,
waited, and then you responded.

“my mind begs to forgive you”,
the words weaved into a rope,
a beacon, an exit from the darkness,
my heart swelled with hope.

“my heart differs”,
the word sliced my rope to strings,
I didn’t know how long I’d last,
what would the darkness bring.

I don’t blame you in the slightest way,
I’ll empty your ocean with a cup,
that beautiful wall my bullets tore down,
I’m here, we can build it back up.

Drops of water cannot soothe a forest fire,
oceans of fury will always crash and will churn,
forests of guilt cannot be chopped down,
I’ll try, until your heart does not burn.

And though you may not hear me,
I’m fighting, climbing, calling,
and until I find a hopeful rope,
I’ll be here, falling, falling, falling.

I can feel the summer breeze
The sun shining on my skin
Brushing away the bees
I feel myself grin

I can feel the summer joy
As I sit in my porch chair
I can’t help but enjoy
The feeling in the air

I can feel the summer sun
Jumping into the ocean water
The new season has begun
The days become longer

I can feel the summer sand
In this paradise place
I’m getting tanned
Sunshine beaming on my face

I can feel the summer waves
Crashing against me
The sun feels like flames
As I run into the sea

I can feel the summer heat
Salty hair don’t care
Eating my summer treat
As I’m back in my summer chair

Music is beautiful
The obscure patterns of numbers can convey emotions
Anything is possible
These sequences of pure frequencies are the keys to life
Thousands of years of evolution have created hearing
Our ears were built to hear danger
But now we live without the constant fear of death
Now we can’t live without music

Achilles smiled when he was shot
He smiled, picturing Paris, atop the walls of Troy
That young prince
Smiling with great pride, the bow firm in his grasp
He had killed the greatest of the greeks

Everyone who fought beside Achilles
Said he was made for battle
Seeing his spear spin in the air
With such great speed
His armor, carried so many deaths, so many souls
Yet it weighed nothing on his shoulders
His feet, quick in their movements
Some divine dance, a performance even Apollo could not match
He was only a boy, focused, clear cut with his movements
Too naïve to notice
That the set was a battlefield

Give me a once upon a time
Give me a small house in a village
Give me a princess calling my name.

Give me a once upon a time
Give me a forbidden romance so I can prove rules wrong
Give me a poison apple so I can prove I’m not afraid of death

Give me a once upon a time
Give me the perfect ending
Standing on that castle balcony
With a crown on my head, overlooking my kingdom

Give me a once upon a time
Give me that flutter of hope in a naive character’s heart
So I too can enjoy the comfort of knowing
That I was destined for more.

Cold

Wind

Dust

The storm was a rush

It dips

into a creek

which turns and tips into a river

Grasping on to things as though lint

Thus, the dust is vigilant-

Shakes me, but now

the weather, quite contagious

It’s chilly like ice, my hands glued to cold ground

And

cold glued to my hands

I turn up my ear because I hear

Laughter, but it’s not, instead it’s

Snow crashing down like vases

and I,

just on the ground;

never get back up

But when the wind sprints past me

It turns coldness into outrage

Because that’s that voice inside

of me, ever so enraged

It’s cold right now, winter

But as the ice glued to my hands seeps

down and melts

“It’s summer”, says the voice in my head

It’s the voice that says “get over it”

But lends a hand laid out to me

It’s the same voice inside of me

That laughs with me while watching

Gilmore Girls

The voice that tells me it’s okay

That warns me,

“stay away”

Even before something happens

It’s the voice that keeps me going

It’s the voice that I’ve been knowing

for so long

Without it, I wouldn’t be me, I’d be

someone else

in their intricacy…

Writing Process

I grip the pencil tight as if it is a lifeboat.
Drowning.
Drowning.
Drowning.

A piercing, squeezing pressure engulfs my head,
My warm face turns a bright, beet red.
Every ounce of energy fights back the waterfall, my eyes, a weary, weak dam.
The first drop trickles down, and the floodgates open.
Extremely overwhelmed, all I can do is pray
That no one looks up from their page.
I can feel the eyes on me, a judgy, harsh gaze.
Everyone is staring, I’ve been thrown to center stage.

Not knowing what to write,
I fear that nothing I do could possibly be right.

With a pencil to the page, I take a deep breath,
The pencil runs across the page, nonstop.
It dances through the paper, only listening to my thoughts.
I tune out the voice. The voice in my head that tells me what is and isn’t “good”
I realized that I misunderstood what it meant to write the whole time.
I don’t need to do it to please others—only myself.

The emerald water rushes by
Over the moss covered rocks

Water slips over the edge of a boulder
Creating a gorgeous waterfall
Cascading
Down
Down
Down
It falls
With a small crash

The long weeds sway in the breeze
Humming a quiet song
Dancing left and right
Left and right

The pink and white flowers on the shore glow in the bright sunshine
Their aromas mix with the fresh smell of the water
They cover the land around them with beautiful colors and cheerful smells
As if it had been showered in the little flowers

Bees and hummingbirds buzz from flower to flower
Pollinating generations of flowers for years to come

In the water
Little minnows
No longer than my pinkie
Secretly nip at my feet
Their little bodies shimmer as the sunlight dances on them

Above all of us the trees cast its warm, protective shadow on the river
Keeping everyone safe inside
Like a mother protecting her children

Every once in a while a bright green leaf will silently fly down to earth
Creating a colorful bed of leaves
On the brown forest floor

Along the river there’s winding dirt path
That gives everyone a chance to see the magical view
Sometimes people walk down it
Taking a picture of the scene
Every once in a while a deer bounds down the path to get a drink of water
But most of the time it’s quiet leaving the river in peace

It’s not silent
But quiet
Calm
Peaceful

Our hearts are made to dazzle.
They climb and fall and burn and sparkle,
like an elaborate light show
a saga told through tiny sparks.

When we learn we can be burned
We subdue ourselves until we barely simmer.
A heat re-directed inwards.

We drink fake diamonds and get broken-glass
Hearts, just to kill what makes us raw.
Fire can’t be polished, but ash can be preserved
So we burn ourselves out
Chasing perfection and
Finding only inhumanity.

Authenticity is a double
Edged sword but I would
Rather get my heart broken
As my self than as a
Silk-covered shell.

You can’t make people
Love you so sanding
Yourself into an ideal is
Just pain for the sake of pain

Being told you are too much
Is like squeezing lime juice in your eyes
But sink your feet into the earth
And hold yourself oak-tree still
And say “you’re right, so what”?
And let yourself hurt, be painfully
Human, see the world through
vibrant eyes. Love and listen
And hope and dream, burn through this broken glass heart.