More perpendicular and straight-laced, handsome and as unusual as I remembered, I felt fear's echo, joy which had broken out. I hadn't even known it was there- I didn't entirely like this new glossy surface. Feeling becomes stronger than thought That's exactly what it was to me, and what I did not want it to be. Unfamiliar with the absence of fear, preserved with a considerate hand, blinked out like a candle.
From hill to hill I prance and spring Surrounded by the dragonflies who made me king I bask and bathe in the warmth of the sun And the butterflies frolic and show me fun A bunny rabbit runs alongside the whirling water She ran away fast but I still caught her The clouds of white fur, so soft and fluffy The waves of scented heather, intoxicatingly stuffy The boundless freedom, the sweet sappiness Leaves a taste in my mouth of pure happiness
I hear his statement. I am silent. I wonder if this will escape my restraint. I see about him what others do not. I come to his aid in knowing of his aim. I hear his statement.
I pretend it doesn't matter. I feel good to show it off. I touch base with his thinking. I worry I will go to his head. I cry when it does. I hear his statement.
I understand how he does it. I believe that he's false. I dream people see this. I try to shake it off. I hear his statement.
She was losing me. They try to bring me down. I try to avoid it. Different, and Unique is what I call it Complete your dreams Things will fall into place Someone Who speaks the same artistic language Listening can be powerful Words can be hurtful They open and close the doors It was not my intention to hurt her She hurt me
Tourist minds function without flaws like computers Trying to calculate Surroundings and predicaments......
Shake Shake, The Burger Joing. Burgers!!! YUM!!! Food is what they want "A good old fashion American Burger" "The Home of Hamburgers" "Last tastes of The Big Apple" They Picture: Ketchup Falling on their fingers. Lick, Lick. Cheese, Cheese, and CHEESE! Come get your hamburgers! Hot, Hot! Come on over! It delivers. What trip to the states would be complete without sampling our National Food? So DINE OUT!
A Separate Piece
ReplyDeleteMore perpendicular and straight-laced,
handsome and as unusual as I remembered,
I felt fear's echo,
joy which had broken out.
I hadn't even known it was there-
I didn't entirely like this new glossy surface.
Feeling becomes stronger than thought
That's exactly what it was to me,
and what I did not want it to be.
Unfamiliar with the absence of fear,
preserved with a considerate hand,
blinked out like a candle.
Waiting
ReplyDeleteBy Natasha Hubatsek
The rich words of a book
The beauty of the river
The feeling of art
Dishes splattering to the floor
Pushpins puncturing the walls
The blank stare of an unhappy person
He barely walked inside
"nature is so much more alive"
We used to claim
We can wait to see him
We are forever waiting to see him
In his poems
In his dreams
In his thoughts
A Spring Day
ReplyDeleteby Kira Carleton
From hill to hill I prance and spring
Surrounded by the dragonflies who made me king
I bask and bathe in the warmth of the sun
And the butterflies frolic and show me fun
A bunny rabbit runs alongside the whirling water
She ran away fast but I still caught her
The clouds of white fur, so soft and fluffy
The waves of scented heather, intoxicatingly stuffy
The boundless freedom, the sweet sappiness
Leaves a taste in my mouth of pure happiness
Annoying
ReplyDeleteby Luca Cristo (ironic huh?)
I hear his statement.
I am silent.
I wonder if this will escape my restraint.
I see about him what others do not.
I come to his aid in knowing of his aim.
I hear his statement.
I pretend it doesn't matter.
I feel good to show it off.
I touch base with his thinking.
I worry I will go to his head.
I cry when it does.
I hear his statement.
I understand how he does it.
I believe that he's false.
I dream people see this.
I try to shake it off.
I hear his statement.
Carry
ReplyDeleteBy Nathanael Grand
He does not carry
The weight of the
Eradicated.
Trees
The union square partnership
Decimated
If the infestation
Spreads
Creatively Unaccepted
ReplyDeleteBy Jaelyn Galvan
She was losing me.
They try to bring me down.
I try to avoid it.
Different, and Unique is what I call it
Complete your dreams
Things will fall into place
Someone
Who speaks the same artistic language
Listening can be powerful
Words can be hurtful
They open and close the doors
It was not my intention to hurt her
She hurt me
The Mortals Path
ReplyDeleteBy: Zoe Levine
For through dark they stand
Could be hand and heart and bone
Shining light through unknown land
Could be sleep under stone
The road goes down over and gone
Still round the corner they may wait
From where life began you can hear the song
A new road or secret gate
He may be seeking it now, watching where it lies
Many foes lay ahead
He will have many paths; again and again he tries
Left behind there is dread
Till the dark lifts his hand
Over dead sea and withered land
Memory of Something Long Forgotten
ReplyDeleteBy: William Adams
I awoke in the night
To the ticking
Of a rhythmic grandfather clock,
To the crack
Of embers in a nursery
Against a soft blowing wind.
Or was it
A wispy nothing of a voice?
Weak and faint
As the moon hiding in the sapphire
Of a daytime sky
Whatever it was
It had departed
And the world
Was silent and empty
Once again.
Tourists on NYC
ReplyDeleteBy: Daina Potter
Tourist minds function without flaws like computers
Trying
to calculate
Surroundings and predicaments......
Shake Shake, The Burger Joing. Burgers!!!
YUM!!!
Food is what they want
"A good old fashion American Burger"
"The Home of Hamburgers"
"Last tastes of The Big Apple"
They Picture:
Ketchup Falling on their fingers.
Lick, Lick.
Cheese, Cheese, and CHEESE!
Come get your hamburgers! Hot, Hot!
Come on over!
It delivers.
What trip to the states would be complete without sampling our
National Food?
So DINE OUT!
LONELY
ReplyDeleteBy Haruka Shiraki
Although the sun has long risen from the unknown
In this windowless dark room
Reeking of lost words and sounds
It was still endless dark night
Then the TV turned on
Trying to keep my blood shot eyes on the bright screen
I watched
A channel for the naive ears
"A CRIME"
I've been stolen, drugged, locked away in this hell
Yet even I know fake smiles when I see it
Since false smiles are never pretty
It's frightening to know
That such creatures exist
Creatures who can easily speak false words
Creatures who can nibble at gruesome talks
I am safe behind these walls
But walking outside this room
Would be the act of hunting and being hunted
By such creatures