Category: 2019-20 Submissions

Curiosity of a Space

Traveling along with prickly spikes around its body,
the creature makes its way around the room. Feeling
of all things claustrophobic, it explores the lonely space
which is anything but lonely during the beginning and
end of the day. Spending enough time to remember the
cycles of every day on this property, it goes along to learn
more about the habitat. Coming along to a spinning chair,
Enacting such a motion by the perpetrator who comes upon
The furniture. A glass full of utensils seems to be filled
with a sort of liquid, which are the same colors as the
canvas that appears to have been written on. Yet through
all of these new sights, come no confirmed answers, but
observations for one.

Always at Hand

The time we have is wasted
Upon pillars of hours spent
Suffocated by piles upon piles of tedious work
Our days exceedingly locked away
Our hands never stopping to delay

Slowly drowning in the depths of open sea
Air taken away from struggling lungs
Arms flailing around trying to grasp something solid
Fighting for the breath stolen

It’s a coffin keeping us trapped
Snuffing out any life
A candle who burned bright
Being doused in water
Quicksand sucking at your soul
Tugging away your freedom

It’s the work that we receive
Locked away in our hole of despair
Gasping for breath we heave our chests
And yet the work remains

The Creek

This place,
where willows watch with wandering eyes,
As lost souls stop for a sip.

The creek whirreles and swirreles,
When man’s hands seek
to quench their parched lips.

This place,
where the creek holds man’s hand,
Silently stretching it’s slippery grasp to consume sin

Spitting out only those whose washed away of their greed.

This place
where willows watch with wonder in their eyes,
As many men sink slowly down with a siren cry.

A mothers love

Always caring, loving .
Always there when you need her.
Always cooking and cleaning for you.
Always there to pick you up when you fall.
Always thereto give a warm hug when you are sad.
A mothers love.

Always there to hold you and tell you its going to be ok.
Always watching over you.
Always protecting you.
Always keeping you in check.
Always making sure you know she loves you.
A mothers love.