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Dec 10
Anne with an 'e''s picture

I Have Proven

I finally taste a lick of success,
a pinch of pride, 
but you are just one step ahead,
waiting to make my tongue taste
bitter and fuzzy.

I have my arms outstretched,
as happiness and joy blow through 
my hair like a wind gust on the highest
mountaintop,
but you are there to turn my gust of joy
into a tempest of pain. 

I finally feel like one whole piece again,
like one united front standing against
a whirlwind of waves,
but you are there to 
drown me in salty water. 

Now I must rebuild,
and I think you should watch me.

Watch me make a better,
stronger dam.
Watch me summit
new mountaintops,
and feel stronger
gusts of joy, of pride.
The truth is,
I do not fear you.
I welcome you.
Your judgments
and criticism,
your disrespect,
well they just
give me one more chance
to show the world why 
Dec 10
ZAP's picture

an eerie, haunting melody in the night

An eerie, haunting melody in the night
Dec 10
poem 1 comment challenge: Snow
Emma Colby's picture

Snow on the Mountain


The old chairlift creaked and swayed gently
as the crisp morning flurries nipped at the rosy, red cheeks of the young girl.
Her grandmother sat to the left and her grandfather to the right.
Both of them had their arms wrapped tightly around her, attempting to keep her warm.
They sat in silence and watched the mountain grow in front of them.
The bright sun illuminated every aspect: the smooth coating of ice that clung to the trees,
and the conformity of every neatly groomed trail.
The previous snow had left a fresh layer of powder
that wordlessly begged them to disrupt its purity.
At the peak, they looked down and out over
the mountain, the town, and the valley that seemed to stretch on forever.  
The sky taunted them, dangling just out of reach,
and the overwhelming panorama reminded them how small they were
—even at the highest points.  
 
Dec 09
poem 0 comments challenge: Power

"Back"

As a young girl
I read
Books.
I read so-
So
Many wonderful books.
And the stories
which they told were more-
More wonderful
Than anything this
World could
Ever hold.

I longed to be
In these
Books.
Books
Where sirens sing
And dragons fly
And journeys loom behind
Everything.

Then one day
I was.
A storm cloud
Grew.
A storm wind
Blew.
And a lightning bolt
Flew.
It flew towards
Everything.

It shattered in the sky
Breaking in all directions
Like a ray of light,
Striking a prism.

No one was left untouched.
We were all in-
In the story now.

Into our heads came a voice
Whispering
Melodious
Blessings
Into our souls.
Into everyone’s souls.

“I grant a wish, a wish so sweet
To feel that speciality
That feeling of uniquity
Dec 08

Clear Sky Night

It's rare to have clear skys in winter; white sheets of cloud blanket the sky almost every day.
At night, the atmosphere looks like those in stop-motion Christmas specials.
The moonlight dances over the snow making a silk painting, but cameras seem to ignore the moonlight's presence and the images appear to be taken through a dark woolen blanket.
When fog rolls around the moon, every dormant tree appears gnarly and disfigured, outlined in the hazy light.
At dawn, the snow reflects a pale violet light, a pleasant sight for a kid standing at their bus stop, blowing out frosty breaths of air, waiting for the bus to appear.
Dec 08
hannah.banana23's picture

the sound in the night

I shiver as I walk over to the DiMarco's house. They've asked me to babysit their two kids, Roman and Evelyn, while they go out to dinner and a movie. I've babysat the kids before, so I'm not nervous. Evelyn's eight and Roman's six. They are super cute and fun to play with. When I arrive at their house, I knock on the door. Evelyn opens the door and runs into my arms when she sees me. "Hi Ella!" "Hi Ev," I say, laughing as she squeezes me tight. As I unwrap my scarf and take off my coat, Mrs. DiMarco sees me. "Oh, hi Ella. We're so glad you could come." "Me too," I say. "I love babysitting Ev and Roman." "They love you too! As usual, the emergency numbers are on the fridge, I warmed up some lasanga for dinner, and they should be in bed by 8:30," says Mrs. DiMarco. "Oh, and please call me Kylie." "Ok, thank you Kylie. They'll be in good hands, I promise," I tell her. We wave goodbye as they hop in their car and drive away.
Dec 07
fiction 0 comments challenge: Power

Time and Space

Posters of stars and planets seemed to orbit around this girl's bedroom as she lay sprawled out on her bed. As she stared at her roughly copied glow in the dark star constellations, she pondered what she wanted most in the world. She knew everyone else in the world was ready to present their superpowers and gain what they thought would make them incredible. This girl didn't want to be incredible though, she wanted to keep her life but perhaps add a little more ease. She had thought about the basics: flying, invisibility, and super speed, but none of them clicked with her. She needed to choose something no one would think of. 
Dec 07
AboutToSnap's picture

Sunlight

Dec 07
poem 2 comments challenge: Power
Mackenzie 101's picture

Power of Kindness

Power is an interesting word,
It has lots of meaning to it.
For example, someone has the power to become president,
But a car has the power to drive thousands of miles.
Just like an athlete has the power to achieve greatness,
And people have the power to do good in this world.
We either use or abuse power.
If superpowers were granted to 7.6 billion people,
People would either take advantage of their powers,
Or be creative with them.
But the best use of power comes from within.
It would be in the world’s best interest to choose a meaningful power.
Sure, people could choose to fly, be invisible, or even read people's mind,
But others may choose to be able to walk, talk, hear, or even smell.
I would choose the power of kindness.
You never know when someone's having a bad day,
Or their life is a complete mess at the moment.
If we’re being honest with ourselves,
All we ever try to be is perfect,
Dec 06
poem 1 comment challenge: 70°
kaitlynmacphee's picture

Sev

Have you ever meet Sev
He's the perfect amount of sass and kindness. 
He knows when not to push it, and when to ask for more,
he's everybody's friend, and everybody knows not to mess with him 
He's the definition of perfection, and he knows it. 
When you talk to him it's like talking to a best friend and a teacher at the same time.
Nobody knows how he got the way he is, becuase his parents are total messes.
The only logical explaination for him is that he's an angel sent from heaven,
but even angels have there hellish side.
Everbody loves him, but when it comes to Sev there is a thin line between love and hate,
and nobody knows which feeling s they have towards him.
 

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