Poetry

  • The shape of yesterday

    I used to race my shadow down the sidewalk,

    thinking if I ran fast enough

    I could outrun time.

    Now I walk slower,

    because somewhere along the way

    time learned my name.

    I still sit in the same car seat,

  • just kids

    at first

    you were the loud boy on the bus 

    with a red lunchbox 

    full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos

    and parmesan your dad brought back from italy 

     

  • Mist

    Misting

    slowly, a dusting of pearly droplets

    coats the world.

    each one lands separately,

    but over time, they all combine.

    joining forces

    melting together

    to overtake the earth.

     

  • Useless

    Is it really?

    Is writing just a waste of my time, 

    and a waste of time for others to read?

    Is writing this here now, 

    is it really useless?

    According to some people it is.

  • Poetry

    By QueenBee

    The road less traveled

    The road less traveled

    our road.

    Maybe I've overlooked this

    key detail 

    in all the auditioning-anger-mess:

    Music is supposed to make people happy.

    To bring people together,

  • Let there be

     In the darkest of hours, may there be light.

    May the war turn to peace, and let there be love.

    For a world forged in hatred and warfare shall fall.

    So let there be joy,

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Medalists

    I watch videos of award ceremonies when I feel empty

    And I look at the shiny gold

    At the nice suits,

     

    And I convince myself that 

    That's me in those suits!

  • Poetry

    By QueenBee

    Thinking

    So I got in.

    So I got in!

    Isn't that a good thing?

     

    I was expecting it.

    I knew I would.

     

    What chair?

     

    I'm scared to ask

    I know the answer