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Oct 24

captured

I cry
I curl up
and time stops
until I'm trapped... 
totally
captured 
I want to stop
I want to smile
and hide
but I can't
I want to keep it in
and leave me to be
but I know 
the truth will hurt me
my feelings are too loud
Oct 19
Ordinary Owen's picture

Solitary Winter

Swing sets grind to icy halts, and fluffy layers of snow are trampled as my classmates swarm into chaotic crowds, eager to leave December’s chilled embrace.

Friends leave mid-conversation, teachers stop listening to maintain the mob of 11-year-olds.

Insulted that the snow, blanketed with care, has been destroyed, abandoned Winter begins to straighten the ground once more with frigid attention.

Eyes lost in the glistening seas of snowflakes as they slowly climb down from the heavens above, a body stands by the howling wind.

There is a comfort found in frost. A solace found in the cold.

Lone Winter and I find friendship. We do not leave each other mid-conversation, we do not stop listening. Because in the presence of each other we are not alone.

One electric blue jacket stays within this gelid plain of white.
 
Oct 16
ccdussault's picture

Snow Plow

Digging holes in the snow,
These would be our homes.
We are like an old couple,
Bickering back and forth on who has made the best one.

The cold had made it to our fingertips,
Our red cheeks glowed brighter as the bright flashing light moved closer to us.
A loud roar creeps towards us by the second.
A rush of adrenaline soars through us as we run away.
We are stumbling,
as the snow grabs onto our feet after each step we take.
We feel the strike of cold shoot through our bodies as we go head first into the snow.

Wiping the bitter blizzard away from our faces,
We watch at the last instant,
as our whole afternoon is diminished.

We watch the light fade away,
With sour faces.
As if nothing had happened,
Our whole afternoon had been abolished.

 
Oct 16

Joyous Winter


White flakes
         Drifted down to the cold ground
                 Covering the dead grass with a fresh sheet of foam
                               Laughter filled the air
                  As small children ran out the door
           All bundled up in their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves
Their boots left little footprints in the fresh snow as they ran

Their joyous laughter         cut threw the muffled cold air
As they caught crisp snowflakes on their tongues

Screams of enjoyment echoed from their mouths
            As they were called back in
                    With rosy pink cheeks and red noses
             Their shivering bodies ran back through the door

For a warm cup of cocoa
The sign

That winter has come
Oh joyous winter  

 
Oct 09
adowning's picture

Biathlon


Biathlon

Benjamin Edwards




Skis fly

Target seen

Jump into prone

Steady to fire  
Skis fly

Target has a hole

Jump up

And off I go
Skis fly

Shot again

Get back up

Dash off
Skis fly

I’m a blur

Faster faster
My tired eyes cross the line
 
Oct 09
adowning's picture

Black Ice


Black ice

By Regis Houlier





Black ice, the villain of

Winter  

Always incognito

Hiding, Waiting for me. Wanting me

To slip into its trap

Creeping up right under me  

And right when I get near it

When I least expect it

It springs to attack

Shooting me

Across its villainess body

SCARING ME

And slamming  

Me to the ground like

A nail

 Laughing at me

With its cold heart

As I limp away

In pain


  
 
Oct 09
adowning's picture

Winter and Summer


Winter & Summer

By Lauren Angus
Love catching snowflakes on my glove

Summer’s popsicle  

Both melting as soon as you get them
Love building a snowman

Summer’s sand castle

They don't last long
Love having snowball fights

Summer’s water balloons

You get wet either way  
Love finding icicles

Summer’s flowers

They come every year
Love having snow days

Summer’s vacation

Always outside  
Summer

Winter

They are almost the same

Just different
 
Oct 06
kat_writer's picture

winter

Winter, such a bleak time
but in some way magical.
With all of winter's great, fluffy snow
it's a shame that it's dark
when I get home from school.

What is better 
than after a great day with the skis,
than coming home
to hot food and TV?

Winter, when my hands dry up
and my house works to stay warm.
I roll in the snow like a child and wonder
without the snow, what would life be?

This season is such a meaningful time
for all people like me.
And while it is below zero out there,
I appreciate me,
and this massive warm box I call home.

Winter, when we all curl up
like tiny little kittens.
Some people wish to find warmth down south,
While others must stay in this white heaven.

I go outside and watch my breath
float away in the wind,
I cannot believe this will end,
But also want spring to begin
Aug 16

Perhaps I Should Go To Bed

The green light of my alarm clock blinks at me
Angry.
It shouts at me,
s
c
r
e
a
m
I
n
g
Into the silence.
I ignore it like I ignore the pounding in my head.
The heartbeat in my ears reminds me to breathe,
My lungs filling with sand as I retch out 
outdated
inconsiderate
anxiety-ridden 
Words.
Filling the paper with fire and brimstone,
Ignoring the way I suffocate in the smoke.
The numbers like to wink at me,
Starting at 9:53
Why do they flash 12:16 now?
My lungs pour their sand into an hourglass,
Over and over
And
Over
And 
o
v
e
r
Until I have all the time in the world
Until it is morning.
And then I begin again.
Aug 14

Can you


Can you hold me
like the rocks hold the water
Keeping the little creatures safe
till the sea rushes up
at least twice a day
can you tell me
how much I matter to you
that I am your moon
while you are my sun
tell me 
your mine till the end of time 
And I am yours
till the end of time
can you look at me
like my eyes hold galaxy's 
endless pools of wonder
for you to discover 
Aug 13

Him

His bittersweet taste,
Pressed on my lips.

His alluring voice,
Captivating my ears.

 

All of his skin pressed against mine

His heart-piercing gaze, 
Breaking me like a twine.

His name leaves my lips,
Burning like a flame.

 

If only he felt the same..

His laugh is all I need.
It goes through the air like a sweet melody.

I’m like a lost puppy on a lead
Following him wherever he goes.
Always by his side. No matter what.

So when he loves another.. it burns me like a deep papercut. 
 

Aug 13

The Storm Inside

Before the storm,
I see the darkness,
an ominous silhouette on the horizon.
I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,
a gusty swoop of exhilaration.
 

A Phoebe bird in a willow tree, as the storm ruffles her soft feathers. 

The storm is outside, but it is inside of me-
the thrill of lightning, the rumble of thunder.

I step, barefooted into the soft grass, surrounded by trees.
I feel the wind blow my hair behind me, 
feel the first drops of rain coming down, as I raise my hands to meet them.
The lightning is reflected in my eyes, 
the thunder in my heartbeat, my words.
Because in every seemingly perfect sunny day, 
there is a storm waiting to show the world its worth.
 

Aug 13

Dear Music


If you were a person
you'd have skin the color of the galaxy; ever-changing
hues of purple, blue, pink, salmon gold
your eyes would hold the world
any question answered the second someone looked into them;
42 would not suffice
your hair fading into oblivion
years of headbanging catching up to you

your fingers callused from playing every instrument for millenia
& yet your touch warm, inviting
you'd know how to give the best hugs
                                      the best motivation
                                      the best advice
i remember 357 days ago
what you gave me as i stared at the night sky dotted with stars
for the first time in two months i cried
i could finally feel something

i remember 7 months ago
what you have me as tears sprinted down my cheek 
not from sadness or loss, but from pride and joy
Aug 12

On God's God

When You told me You believed in god
I could not help but gawk at the thought.
In Your eyes, we are the will of our fates,
and I choose the word “fate” cautiously.
I do not think Your devotion is my destiny.
Yet, who am I to defy Your god's righteous bidding?
Who am I to defy Your allegiance to him?

One day, the birds were chirping for us.
You looked up dumbfounded but, in love,
similar to how You see right through me;
leaning into the comfort of Your religion.
Today, I am crippled by my existence,
and for aid, I seek You in a prayer.
My heart, once a devoted atheist,
now a believer waiting for a god to speak.
Aug 09
poetry challenge: Lightning

Stretching to Infinity


There is this idea that children have a fear of storms. The distant rumble of thunder a warning to run to their parents' bedroom, throw back the covers, and burrow deep into the familiar warmth. 

To me a storm was a comfort. A sound to fill the silence in the moments between consciousness. A reminder that I was not alone.

With my window cracked I could smell a sweetness in the air, like bitter earth, the trees swaying in the wind, each gust keeping time with my breath. And I could hear something, like careful feet on mossy ground. Cold to the touch, but an undeniable warmth, an indescribable nostalgia. 

A memory of someone holding me tight, as a storm raged on outside. Arcs of light stretching to infinity, scarring the sky for a brief moment, to then disappear forever. 
 
Aug 09
Crystal's picture

Pressure


Balancing on stilted earth and rocks, on edge.
Air whips and passes.
Discomfort.

Balancing on rough waters, anxious.
Cold and struggling,
Resisting against the flow.

Balancing on air, frustrated.
Gravity pulling down, and I
sandwiched between it and buoyancy. 

Balancing consciousness and dreams,
Some stick like glue,
Others disappear like the morning mist.

Balancing expectations,
On a high pedestal,
Suffocating,

Balancing trains of thought,
Adrenaline. No time.
Overwhelmed. 
 
Aug 07

breakdown


i’ve been dancing alone a little too long
my resilience corroding with each blink
i haven’t broken down like this since
well i don’t expect myself to remember
the stars were the elation
polaris in my bones
the gates were closed, buried deep
then came disintegration
anger’s a game, alleyways in the city
dodging the red, protruding spikes
why did they wait till i was older
to tell me that roses had thorns?
my fist, pale and chubby, wrapped around
the stem. hey. this isn’t red. 
your hand smacks my lips and won’t let go
won’t stop pulling away
suctioning the air until my insanity
paints the metaverse ultraviolet.
you were watching it all happen.
i used to love you.
i always wanted you to be there.
you said you were sorry you hadn’t been.
now you were.
and i only felt into the cream white chill

Aug 07

A Dance of Chaos

A storm is brewing in the dark sky.
Dancing with the trees, the wind sighs,
Always stuck in a elaborate dance,
as beautifully intricate as a royal scheme. 
Painting the scene in a white light, 
the divine lighting takes a stance, 
as rain pelts violent, raging streams.
Clouds block the sun, creating a false night.
This story is one full of chaos, 
though, from afar it is quite serene.

Aug 07
poetry challenge: Great Poets
saraspanggler's picture

In the river on a Sunday afternoon

Inspired by Langston Hughes's "Suicide's Note"*

my fingertips have never felt the
river water, so still and calm,
floating flowers and a cool
breeze. I am holding your face,
which I long to draw a picture of.
trace you, memorize the
curves and dips and you form like a river,
swim like a girl who's never been asked
to look at herself. when I look at me,
I find it hard to breathe. The air pauses for
just a minute, and I forget how long a 
minute lasts until you open me back up with a kiss.

*Suicide's Note
By Langston Hughes

The calm, 
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss. 


 
Aug 06

expressions

there are somay things i wished i could do
or be or have
but i always look in the mirror and remember like an old song
that there's nothing wrong with what i have right now.