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Jan 24

Escape

(My colors are very different from what they are supposed to be. There are a lot of purples that are missing, which is really weird. Any idea why that is?)

When I look
around I see pain and
unacceptance and
a world of hurt. So

I close my eyes
and paint the stars on my
eyelids and poke holes in my skin
to let out the worlds existing inside
my veins and there

may I find peace.
Jan 24

Escape

(My colors are very different from what they are supposed to be. There are a lot of purples that are missing, which is really weird. Any idea why that is?)

When I look
around I see pain and
unacceptance and
a world of hurt. So

I close my eyes
and paint the stars on my
eyelids and poke holes in my skin
to let out the worlds existing inside
my veins and there

may I find peace.
Jan 23
Dayne.greineder's picture

Unstoppable love

Your sound, so sweet.
It is quite a treat.

The way you make me feel,
When your tires squeal. 

Your body as blue as the sky.
How could I ever say goodbye.

No matter how my day goes,
Our love still shows.

A life without you,
I know I wouldn't get through.

My love is strong,
And a life with you, I long.

But I know you cant stay forever,
For your engine is clever. 

We will be together untill the end of your time,
As if you were still in your prime. 
 
Jan 21

Kristallnacht

Broken glass and it was night.
They came marching in and then shot apart.
Jew was wrong and Nazi right.
A heartbreaking act of Satanic might.

Broken glass and it was night.
Only face: must be white.
The Jew that night felt the Nazi bite.
Only light was the fire bright.
That burned in homes and caused Jew flight.

Broken glass and it was night.
Jew cowered from Nazi fight.
Only thing left in sight.
Was smoke and fire and Nazi smite.

Broken glass and it was night.
How Jew wished for the daylight.
World War Two had knocked.
And opened on this night of Kristallnacht.



 
Jan 19

What We Love About You

​One night my Mom, sister Sarah, and Grandma were having dinner at my Uncle John, Aunt Sandra, and cousins, Anna, Emma, Alex, and Georgia's house. That night we went around the table and told Grandma what we love about her. She is a truly amazing person and we wanted her to know how much she means to us.

We'd started talking about hands
Anna told you that you have
beautiful hands
you protested,
saying that they were too
old, wrinkly, and twisted
to be beautiful.
Anna insisted you, and your hands,
are beautiful.
Uncle John saw the problem,
you didn't see your worth,
so he suggested we go in
a circle and say
what we love about you.
Jan 12

waiting for Ned

Every day after the school bus brings me home,
I pull my big girl chair up to the window.
I sit in it and eat my snack.
And I wait for Ned to come home.

He’s been gone for a little while now. Probably
having sleepovers with his friends around the
neighborhood. He does that sometimes.

Problem is, he’s had so many sleepovers all in
a row that I can barely remember what he looks
like!

Daddy said he got a new job and had to move
because of it.
Mommy told me he flew away to go on a
vacation to a place with lots of mailmen 
to chase. 

I know they’re both just being silly though.
Ned’s my bestest friend. He wouldn’t go
away without telling me first.

But I miss Ned’s big wet smile and
his dirty paws that Mommy and Daddy hate
cleaning up after.

It’s past my bedtime.
Ned will come home tomorrow. I’m sure he
misses me too.
Jan 12
suttont's picture

Passing by

A flickered out light

A bleak bad night

A man mourning madly

A sad sad sight

A passing bad  balloon

Gliding gloomily today 

Carrying everything away

Much too soon

A cold somber church

nowhere to search

For happiness tonight 

on this bleak bad night
Jan 12
rip902's picture

Escape

A mouse scurried across a field as a smoke-belching machine plowed through the undergrowth. The rows of workers increased picking to a frenzied rate to avoid attention from the man at the wheel of the machine. Far off in the distance they heard the crack of a rifle from the plains, the barren wasteland that WW4 had decimated. Soon, after almost seven hours of picking, the workers stood and stumbled into the old troop carrier that would transport them back to the town and the magistrates balloons that hovered over it. Three soldiers stood by them to be sure that they weren't taking any of the food for themselves or to sell at the border. A man fell to the ground unconscious from hours of work under the hard eye of the overseer. They were loaded into the carrier and with a jolt they started to move. Back behind them in the field, a single man remained, lying under a row of plants. He looked up at the gray sky streaked with dull orange and brown.
Jan 11
sumneri's picture

Balloon Girl

              The sky boiled a wicked dark gray and the wind howled warningly to bring in the small, and battered fishing boats. In the small, chipped, wood-and-plaster church the bell boy was frantically ringing the warning chime. Small children swarmed over the the cement and wood docks to collect the almost empty fish barrels carried in from open sea by the fishers. I leap down from a small wooden platform built over a flimsy dock, only tethered to the newer cement docks by a simple rope one one knot. The dock rocks wildly in the sea that is now black like oil, but my sea legs are strong, and I climb up to the cement platform that holds our village above the sea. I run to the bridge across the canal that is my street, hair wipping in my face, the bulbous balloons that hold up the bridge are already bobbing in the wind. I shall have to be extra careful this time. I fumble a small silver key out of my worn blue velvet robes and step gently onto the bridge. I must not lose my balance.
Jan 09
Ambrogge's picture

Saw Only By Me


I was hiking down a new path, 
I had no idea where it went, 
I just knew that I had to get there.
It went up and down,
Left, right, and around
As I neared the end,
I faltered, 
wondering what sights I would see,
Wondering what beautiful things,
would behold me 
Would there be trees
Luscious green Leaves swaying in the wind
Would there be mountains 
Towering and grand 
Would there be water 
Stretching endlessly into the distance
What would I see
In front of me 
I continued hiking, 
Almost to the end 
When suddenly 
The trail stopped, 
In front of me was a wooden bridge 
There was a boat going under the bridge 
The funny thing about the bridge though,
Was that it was being held up 
by three, big, beautiful, leather, balloons 
It was quite a sight to see, 
Saw by only me 

 

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