Vision+Voice

I’ve used all my ideas and now have nothing to write about,
My head is blank and empty with no idea I can start with.

Not a letter,
Or A word,
A sentence,
Stanza,
Or Paragraph.

The paper in front of me is blank and empty,
With no mark of the new pink rectangle eraser or the sharpened pencil in my hand.

And then,
As if it was waiting patiently,
The paper starts to flutter from the cool outside breeze from the open window,
Giving me an idea,
To write about finally.

The blank page turns into whatever my brain comes up with
As if the pencil was directly connected.
And it seems to have life.

The pictures and words fill up the page
Like a tub full of water rapidly coming out the nozzle.
Eraser marks everywhere,
From changing minds, saying, “I think this will sound better.”

The many drafts and papers on my floor,
Missing the full trash can by millimeters.

The day is over,
And I think I am done.
The blank page,
Turns into life and fun.

What’s true love?
A summer day when the sun is shining through the clouds
Your mom smiling behind the palm trees
Your dad grabbing steak for barbeque
Your friends swimming through the clear waters
Your grandma chasing your cousins
Your grandpa watching the news
Your aunt and uncle being alone and relaxed in years
Being grateful
Being happy
That’s true love,
Your family

Outside not a care in the world.
The hot summer air
The cool strawberry popsicles.
Barbies and more
Stuffed animals galore
Playing and playing nothing but fun
Nothing else matters as long as I’m here.
I wish to be 7 forever sadly wishes don’t come true,
Still, I wish to be 7 and happy again.

I’m from the big couch in our living room,
From the Wii, and my dad’s laptop,
I am from carpeted floors,
And a backyard with a swing set,
I am from the big tree in our backyard,
Who towered above the green grass,
I am from the dvd player, and the small play table,
From Mama and Papa,
I am from pressure and hard work, and Doctors, and engineers,
And from staying together,
I am from school, friends, and family,
I am from Amira and Nashwa,
From Shawarma, and Baklava,
From the Laptop,
And from drawing with my friends,
Where I’m from helps me be me.

Outside not a care in the world.
The hot summer air
The cool strawberry popsicles.
Barbies and more
Stuffed animals galore
Playing and playing nothing but fun
Nothing else matters as long as I’m here.
I wish to be 7 forever sadly wishes don’t come true,
Still, I wish to be 7 and happy again.

Colors, colors are all around us dark and light
Colors are all around us Beautiful and bright

All kinds of colors have different meanings
Like black the color of the dark night
Or like hot pink which makes your eyes feel bright
Or Cyan the color “that color that “nobody” can see”

Colors are used everywhere from advertisements to clothes
Or even your pen that is used for your notes
I like colors, my favorite is green
The color of nature the grass the lakes

I also like Yellow
The color of the dandelions and the daisies
That float swiftly through the fresh blue skies

Colors can also change your mood
Make you happy or sad
Make you mad or glad
I am grateful for colors we look at them every day
You should value colors in your own perfect way.

I love crepes so much
They are the taste of my life
Will never get old

My Mimi, quite the cook,
My Mimi loves reading books,
My Mimi is sweet,
My Mimi makes the best treats,
My Mimi hates pests,
But My Mimi loves pets,

My Mimi never moody,
My Mimi quite the beauty,
My Mimi never cold,
My Mimi her heart made of gold,
My Mimi super hardworking,
My Mimi always Smirking,
My Mimi the best Mimi

Silent Smoke

By. Sarah Yule

The street lights dimly light up the alley.
The music from in the venue slowly begins to die down,
The next band will be going on soon.

She stumbles her way outside to the ally, admiring the light
sprinkling hit the ground, and the dim lights reflected off it.
A sign reflects brightly catching her attention.
“No Smoking”
She doesnt pay it much mind.

After a deep sigh she leans her head against the
cold brick wall.
She flicks the top off and takes out a cigarette, as she goes
to light it her lighter begins to falter but in the end it gives in.

She takes a few inhales letting the warmth fill her throat and lungs.
Flicking off ash here and there.
She feels slight burn sensations as the ashes hit the spaces between
her fishnets.
She minds her own and enjoys the quiet night sky.

A door swings open, which startles her.
She drops her cigarette.
A man stumbles out of the door and down the small concrete stairs.
He reeks of alcohol, the scent following him as he proceeds.

Stumbling to the alley he notices her,
he notices her small posture.
Intrigued he approaches her, which startles her more.
The once peaceful night with the dim lighting and sprinkling rain,
becomes an uncomfortable atmosphere.

She begins to walk away from the man, but he
goes for her wrist and takes hold.
He’s a big guy, the alcohol doesn’t help.

She stays quiet if she screams it’ll anger him.
Wishing to anything she could think of for this to end soon.
The ground was cold, she shivers as the sprinkle turns to rain.
She reaches for her small black dress, which is now soaked and
covered in gravel.

She covers herself and leaves the show, not wanting to stay
and see him again in the crowd as the next band begins.
Her fishnets hang on the rigid street pole, nails sticking out
every which way.
They’re soaked and torn.

Leaves fall flowers rot.
Skies grey, days short, yellow leafs
The Fall awakens.

White snow, a fragment
Crystals flutter an icy end
Fleeting warmth no end

Infinite blue sky
Endless bliss in warm fields happy
in heaven content

Rain pours ebb and flow
Flowers bloom tree leaves green healthy
Spring of mourning starts.