maelynslavik

maelynslavik

VT

15 years old

Posts

  • A Determination to Grow

    Little berries lie in front of me,

    The seeds still clinging to the vine,

    The red still darkening to black.

    They greedily soak up the sun,

    Their cloroplasts begging for the light,

    Their leaves fanning open.
  • Overlapping theories

    My eyes study my drawing,
    Laying simply on the white paper in front of me,
    Pouring over the intersecting lines,
    Connecting corners,
    And overlapping connections.
    Each line is only a representative,
  • A Story Whirls Into View

    My feet spin my bike pedals,
    Pushing me along the trail
    As stories invade my focus.
    My mind swirls,
    Colors whirl,
    As ideas emerge from the flurry.
    Names fill my head,
    Plots come into view,
    Places teleport into my thoughts.
  • A Capability of Beauty

    The warm, salty waves wash away,
    Swirling patterns in the sand,
    Sending crabs and clams
    Burrowing into the rock grains.
    The waves churn the sand,
    Uncovering, leaving behind,
    Delivering small,
    Delicate treasures:
  • A Glowing Aura of Relaxation

    The sun dips behind the mountains,
    Only some of the light shines,
    A peachy aura emerging.
    The whispy clouds hover gracefully,
    Letting themselves drift with the wind,
    The peace settling into the mist,
    Refracting the glow,

Loves

  • One Word

    Every 

    word 

    you say has the power to 

    alter the 

    world,

    every sentence has the power 

    to 

    create 

    and 

    destroy,

    every paragraph has the 

  • I'm Sorry

    I'm sorry 

    I'm sorry for what 

    My country is doing 

    For what we seem to think 

    Is OK   

    I'm sorry for how 

    My president is acting 

  • Gaea and Her Children

    As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.

    I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.

  • Vulnerable

    At school

    we're doing a poetry unit.

    "Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"

    My friend says.

    What we didn't realize, though,

    was that the teacher turned on the tap

    to our inner selves

  • You

    What if you were 

    just 

    a thought, 

    an idea, 

    a possibility, 

    a thing floating 

    with nowhere to 

  • Come and See

    Your God is not my God.  Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.