Sep 20
poem 4 comments challenge: Creature



That’s what they yell at me from across the street.


That’s what they said when they followed me home.


That's what they shout when they punch me in the chest again and again and again.


I am no ‘creature.’

Just a person,

Trying to survive,

In a world where being different must be something to feel ashamed of.

Something to hide.



i hope this isn't horrible! this is my first attempt to write poetry, so i'm very sorry if it sucks :)
Sep 18

Just a Little Upstream

Oh, how I hate saying goodbye.
Maybe I should lie and say,

“See you soon.”

And with a sigh I send the rosebud down the river.

It floats downstream and disappears.

I remember you staring out the window,

summer, autumn, winter, spring, repeat.

You sat faithfully beside me, on the bank above the stream,

your ears perked,

your nose twitching,

your hazel brown eyes tracking the rustle of leaves.

Tonight I lie out under the stars like we used to.

Do you remember?

You always fell asleep as I told you stories of the constellations,

my fingers running through your long, soft fur.

Bliss and happiness. I thought it would last forever -

until the day you ran away, upstream from where we would stay.

I remember the pain,
Sep 11


In Spanish, 
We change the verbs, 
Action words, that is, 
Because the word has to match the person. 
But doesn't that make them adjectives? 

See, language is only something
Humans created. 
Like socks, 
And microwaves. 
We can express ourselves
Just fine
Through looks, 
And stares, 
And movement. 

Do we overcomplicate things
When we use language, 
With it's grammer
And sentance structure? 

Or do we overcomplicate our analysis
Of how people look, 
And move.
Is that why we created
In the first place?  

Maybe we need to stop 
The assumptions,
With the people, 
And let them, 
Change their verbs. 
Aug 27
wondering about rain's picture

In the right mind

When the wind blows I imagine the world
is speaking to me, guiding me into a secret place,
a place only my heart will see.
I used to see ghosts
that came out of the floor boards
and talk to strage fairies that lived in flower condos.
Late at night I would stare at the moon
and sing a siren song of lament
about a life not known to human kind.
Planets circled my head
in a world of day dreams.
Trees leaned in to listen
to my plights and the shadows under my dresser
held mischief and strange demons with
glowing red eyes.
The lapping of waves on the shore
was the lake saying hello and how was your day?
In the bed of the old truck was a polite ghost
who enjoyed our car ride chats.
Elephants on a wall tapestry danced
before my eyes in the dark and came to life 
in my dreams, only to be still come the morning
but every so often shift
like we shared a secret.
Aug 09

Brain Waves

I'm not going to lie, I'm scared. scared. I'm always the one to smell fear before the others taste. see no evil, speak  no evil, hear no evil. i am a child that has a shadow of pure energy. energy purified. i see with my lips. i see. i see, with my lips. i put my hands to the sky because I want to feel the morning love. clouds. coffee. cuddles. my brain is like a drain, it only sees one way. One way. on these days i put my blue dress on. pink. red. orange. as a light stands at my feet. spotlight, stop shinning you're scaring me. some say gold is the proudest metals. stone. gravel. and i understand because I feel bronzed of my silver.  My silver. the silver has remained in my hair. remain. remained. remains. I'm on one train. yellow bricks. that takes my mind off the world's  codes. 1 2 3. if I am strong why must I be reminded.  blood in my eyes but same as it is in yours. sssssssh. I'm finding the white rabbit but the smile gave me all the directions. N. E. S. W.
Aug 04
poem 1 comment challenge: Rain
iski23's picture

Sunlight in a storm

Thunder pounded my chest
All I saw was haze
I was lost in a daze
The lightning struck
I was out all out of luck
Home was gone I was only left in the rain
It brought me pain
I kept walking through the mist hoping for light
The rain and I began to fight
Then sunshine peeked through the darkness only rays
I looked towerds the light oh was it ever bright
That is when I found out the world comunicated in many different ways

May 24
Amazingnutmeg12's picture


i love my new pale yellow converse
they are like the moon
beautiful and mysterious
when i wear them
i can fly
away from the troubles of the 
rock on
chuck taylors
May 02
wondering about rain's picture

Patterns in the Rock

You can't walk across hot coals,
I found out, without a stinging sensation.
I take a step and I am seven again,
walking across the worn down
rock driveway on tiptoes feeling
the smooth sharp edges on my feet.
I am there again,
walking, with a friend
who holds me.

Once the rough rock patterns
from a climb marked my hands,
shaping the life line
that runs across a palm.
The click of metal as I swayed,
the shock of height drove my heart to
a snare drum beat.
The next suspended plank a step ahead.

Maybe the coals followed,
each step golden, red, glowing.
Marking each footprint is the past.
Worn down rocks, a old rope bridge,
May 02
Lorr's picture

Last Chance

This is your last chance, your last chance for glory, fame, and fortune. Your standing back stage waiting for them to call your name, your hands are sweaty and stomach is in knots, you’re filled with nerves. You have to wait, everyone says that you’re good at what you do. You don’t think so, but you’ve made it this far. The people say you’re good. Even if you don’t succeed you still have popularity. You get this feeling everytime, you know that once you get up on the stage your nerves disappear, but you can’t help it. You’ve learned to live with this feeling all your life, almost everything you do gives you this feeling.
Apr 15
Larrylovscats's picture


Twirling colors
And engraved
Into each other
Like the water
brushing my toes
Like a blooming
Like a soft-setting sun
The color of the metal we won
The color
Of a evening sky
The silhouette of the birds
That fly by
Like the grass
Under my feet
the colors
Of the people we meet

Mar 14

The Trip Away

2 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 17 or so hours.
​It has been a long journey.
​When the cruise ships to the Red Planet first voyaged 
​out of Earth's atmosphere and into
emptiness, I knew that I would one day go.
I didn't want to go. 
needed to.

I wished
​to stand upon a foreign, celestial body,
​hundreds of millions of miles away from
​the azure of home's familiar oceans
​and the green of home's comforting forests.

​I wanted to see the unthinkable rivets of ​Valles Marineris,
​the largest canyon in our solar system.

​I wanted to gaze upon the irregular faces of
Deimos​ and​ Phobos
from a desolate,
​mountainous world: 
a world where none can live.
​A world where the insignificance of man
​can truly be realized.

​It has been a long journey.
I am tired and old.

Mar 09


Breathe, breathe you’re alone,
no one to judge, no one to make your teeth grind like a tool.
No one.
You may open your page like eyes and show the sun your words.
Sip your coffee, it will get cold.
See, look at the rising sun. Look at the orange and how it melts into the yellow,
red, orange, yellow, pink.
Look at its beautiful eyes, it gives not warmth but song.
No it may not sing, but it may talk through the birds,
song of the birds.
It is starting to die.
Wave it goodbye, but it may keep a promise.
It will fill your eyes with words you lack and sounds you crave.
It will be back tomorrow.
Wait for me. I'm coming back.
Feb 21
Larrylovscats's picture



what I see when I look into a person's soul
is not the color of their skin
that I see
and how some people think that
color makes them have differnent
I do not see the person's gender 
but I see who they are on the inside 
I see in their hearts
I see how they feel 
if they feel
but sometimes
and right as I am about to go along with
the hate
the loath
the envy
I see the time they helped a friend in need
or gave up there things to help others
and I think
how it does not matter our race
our gender
or our belifs
we all have a soft spot in our heart
we all have love
in our hearts
we all some day
Feb 16
wondering about rain's picture

i love the rain

Its raining today.
The soft glow of the cloudy
and weeping sky calms me.
I love it.
I love it almost as much
as I love you.
The way your presence holds me
in a comforting nostalgia.
How the skies voice makes
me smile at the prospect
of a good nights sleep.
How when months without
you go by, suddenly I search
for signs of you everywhere I look.
Its just another love poem.
A first love poem.
My first love was the rain
and my world crumbled without it.
The crackling laugh of thunder
lit up the sky in contradiction
to everything.
"Why do you love the rain?"
I don't know.
The rain doesn't love me.
It only falls unheeded to the earth
washing away everything.
I fought my way to adjust to the desert
you left me to make hospitable.
When you came back it only taught me
in force how much I missed you.
The first rain.
Feb 08
poem 2 comments challenge: Forest

On Facing My College Applications

I am growing on my own
in a forest full of growers.
They jostle at my elbows, crying
pleas to distant stars.

Swaying and touching for desperate support,
twigs meet branches meet trunks
in crowding harmony rife with hopes--
they call me ever higher.

Down on the ground in slithering moss
stretch curling, creeping roots.
They snatch my ankles and caress my stilled
toes with promises

of strength far below the earth.
I stand on my own,
pulled above, cajoled below,
and I am growing sideways.
Feb 01
tyrus.rosten's picture


Sometimes, things don’t go according to plan. Most of us, when we have a friend, plan for the relationship to last forever. However, sometimes things happen to derail your path of eternal love for each other. Maybe one of you hooks up with the other’s boyfriend. Maybe one of you gets a boyfriend and then slowly starts to cut the other out of their life. Maybe you just slowly grow apart. So then, after it all goes down, you have a few different options. First, you can be a mature almost-adult person and respect their decision, and when anyone asks what happened to you two, you can say, “Oh, you know, we just grew apart; it’s whatever,” and leave it at that. Or, you can cry about it for a few days and then just get angry. Tell everyone that will listen how badly they screwed you over, just really go off. Either way, after a while you’ll heal from it, find new friends. Sometimes, after it’s all over, you’ll realize that this was for the best, and that you’re happier now.
Jan 30
OopaLoopaTweete's picture

Some words against you, Mr"President"

Dear Mr."President"
I have some things to say
as a woman
a rebelious one
and I have some words
against your own
So here it goes, 
I hope you understand,
or others
will convince you
because I do not stand alone
we will stay strong
band tougether
us woman
against you
using words that sting 
like a swarm of vicious bees
fighting for what they know is right
even though some say
you are right
for us
you are a monster
I say it now
to you
with many others
"Your little hands off of our planet!"
Jan 29
OopaLoopaTweete's picture

One of many

I am like a shining star
lighting up the night
those who dare look
but I am one of many
in this buzzing sky
this city
I am one of many
but I am not
one of those
sparkling pipionts of light
I look up at them
every night
I am a blinking light
one of many
in this city
looking up at the stars
until one by one


Jan 29
OopaLoopaTweete's picture


There are always these thoughts
at the back of my mind
pointing out
my mistakes
when I trip 
and fall
filling my head
with doubt
of myself
what I have done
I learn to block it out
stay strong
I know those voices
want me to fail
dragging me
into a deep
holding me down
laughing in my face
so I keep those thoughts 
at the back of my mind
ignoring the snide comments
ignoring the words
that cut like knives
ignoring that self-doubt
at the back of my mind