Poetry

  • Drawing Value

    Far too often the piles cascade too high

    I can't see the top of who I am

    even though I chose each object,

    each emotion,

    and each action.

     

    I can't understand the tip of the iceberg though

  • empty

    emptiness is sort of strange, isn't it?

    when you've got

    an empty piggybank

    or

    an empty backpack

    it isn't much,

    it's nothing really.

    but to feel empty,

    to feel hollow and frankly

  • There Wasn't One Moment

    It wasn't one moment

    That made me fall in love

    With snowboarding

    I didn't stand at the top of the mountain

    As the wind whipped my hair

    And decided I loved to snowboard

    It wasn't the moment when

  • Alive

    I don't know why

    but something in me loves

    to dance just out of death's reach

    to swerve between its fingers,

    there, but impossible to grasp

     

    letting an inch decide my next breath

    it makes me feel

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Me

    How

    do others see me?

    Do they see a girl in gray cargo pants and light blue thermal quarter zip?

    Do they see a friend who loves them despite her crankiness?

    Do they see a quiet awkward girl who prefers books to people?

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Thread

    I used to spin golden thread

    thin and pure as warm sunlight

    lighter than feathers

    worth more than gold

     

    Now it's murky and brown

    chunky and stringy as grassy mud

    heavier than sorrow

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    We are next

    Little do we know

    everyone is next

    I am next

    glints in their eyes give away their fear

    help us