Poetry

  • We All Bleed

    Blood spills onto our streets too much.

    The streets were once safely kept

    but now they're permanently stained

    with cries, sirens, and death. 

     

    The harrowing cold of the family house,

  • A Masterpiece in Binary

    I think there is a glitch in my processing unit; 

    when the letter 'A' enters the system, 

    it doesn't just register as a character—

    it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.

     

  • down the street

    i walked down the street
    the streets i once used to know 
    filled with regrets and heavy with burdens 
    of what once happened here

    i walked down the street 
    a block or so down 

  • Poetry

    By Calico Frost

    Wake up (for once in your life)

    A child's dream in passing

    I want to rule the world

    but you tried to chase that dream

    that dream that was impossible for you to achieve

    that showed how you really think

    how you're a child

  • Grass Grows

    Grass grows. 

     

    It gets trampled into the dirt 

    until it is dirt. 

     

    It disintegrates and decomposes and falls 

    apart, 

    into the soil. 

     

  • Poetry

    By QueenBee

    Envelope

    My science teacher accused me

    playfully and yet fiercely

    of stealing an envelope

    I had been threatening to peel the cover strip off of the sticky part

    so it glues together

    because it was just so tempting.

  • Abyssopelagic

    My life is like a lake,

    All water and round,

    So clear it is a mirror,

    Or rather, a looking glass.

     

    But when you look a little closer,

    Dip your toes beneath the surface,

  • The Red Crayon

    I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old, 

    coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered.