express yourself
Oct 16
Kittykatruff's picture

Burning Hope

Hope. The sky is painted today,
With streaks of pink, orange, and yellow,
And I lift my eyes, letting the paint drip down
Too far, into my eyes, blinding me---

All I see is light: peacful, bright,
Then a bird comes into view,
Flying, a comet through the clouds,
As it flees the bullets and the shouts.

Hope lines its feathers, leaving a trail
Of glimmering stars in the bird's wake,
Faster and brighter than the silver bullets,
Oct 16
Kittykatruff's picture

Burning Hope

Hope. The sky is painted today,
With streaks of pink, orange, and yellow,
And I lift my eyes, letting the paint drip down
Too far, into my eyes, blinding me---

All I see is light: peacful, bright,
Then a bird comes into view,
Flying, a comet through the clouds,
As it flees the bullets and the shouts.

Hope lines its feathers, leaving a trail
Of glimmering stars in the bird's wake,
Faster and brighter than the silver bullets,
Oct 16
poem 0 comments challenge: Color

Favorite Color


It's one of the most common get-to-know-you questions,
Yet I have a hard time answering it.
"What's your favorite color?"
Wide eyed children ask,
believing the answer defines the person.

When I was in the age of strong opinions,
instant decisions (mostly without thought) ,
the answer was "red"
like my fleecy corduroy pants
My handy-dandy snow suit
the red-barn color of my dad's abatement.
Oct 16

I can't miss the sun

When will the day come when I can dance in the rain again
They never gave me a clear answer so I always ask when

People always want to see the sun cause it makes them smile
But for it to rain it always takes while

Shouldn't we cherish something that is rare
And make the earth seem like it's fair 

I don't get why people can't understand that without rain, 
there would be no life
Oct 16
poem 0 comments challenge: Don't
Nightheart's picture

Just Don't

Don't treat others cruelly,
said my mother when I took away 
another childs crayon.
I was three.
Don't take things from strangers,
said our kindergarten teacher,
After a lesson on being safe.
I was five.
Don't stick your fingers into that thorn bush!
said my father, when we were walking 
home from the bus stop.
I was six.
Don't just stand there, unpack some boxes!
said my mother, after we had moved from 

Oct 16

Where Writing Hides

Writing hides in the creaking staircase.
In the opening of a door and the collection of silver shards behind closed doors.
It lurks in the night under our pillows and in our aching bodies.
Writing hides in the veins in our wrists, and in the tears of joy, and sadness.
Like a parasite, it attatches to those we love, and hate, and envy.
It sticks to the shadows of highschoolers like the countless phones in our hand.
Writing...
Is a parasite.
 
Oct 16

Becoming Strangers

We silently agreed
to part ways.
Our paths split
and we slowly shifted our gazes
elsewhere.
We fell silent
in one another's presences
and became strangers.

Looking at you
evokes a sense of
deja vu.
I know I knew you
but we've both changed.
Synapses are firing
and I'm trying to remember
but the pieces won't fit
no matter how hard I push.

We took the fine line
of knowing and not knowing
Oct 16
freshavocad01's picture

Fires of Life

Fire.
Many types, with different qualities.
Similar to human beings.

One example is the bonfire.
Burning with passion,
Inspired to compete,
Living on the kerosene-esq adrenaline,
And can be a little out of control.

Some are like candles,
Small and simplistic,
Burning with the flame of life,
Yet more passive than bonfires.
They melt when it gets to be too much,
But when cooled down,
Oct 16

Independence


am
independent,
I am 
not a toy
not yours.
I do not own
a single tube
of lipstick 
that makes me 
yours.
 
Oct 16

Needles

My 
Lips
Stay
Closed,
Not 
Because
Of Your
Thread,
But Because
My Breath
Shouldn't
Be 
Wasted
On
Loving
 You 
Oct 16

Esdens

It’s dark
an old kind of dark,
like the light
that’s in here is
the same light that
has been in here
since the place was built.

It’s quiet
the kind where
you stay silent so you can
try and listen to the past,
the whispers of the people
the antiques belonged to.

It smells like an
old books, furniture
that can no longer be used,
toys that belonged too
children dead years ago,
Oct 16

Cousins

I gained another cousin 
yesterday
I tried calling Lucy,
my uncle's girlfriend,
the first number was 
under the name home,
no one picked up.
I tried the number under
the name home.
A young man picked up,
I figured that it was
just someone who worked
at Stowe with her.
I asked if Lucy was there,
he said she wasn't but
was there a name and number
I wanted to leave for her.
I said no just tell her I said hi.
Oct 16
Lily's picture

Swan


Swan

Once, a little while ago, I felt different.

I couldn't look at myself without seeing her.

My mother.

A person I never want to be.

But as the days went by, I started to grow.

I started to grow into a woman.

I know I need more time to develop.

My wings are beginning to grow.

Going from being dark and featherless.

But now I am a beautiful white color.
Oct 16
Lily's picture

Reading

Reading

Every page that I turn, takes me to a different place.

Somewhere magical.

Filled with love, magic and even sad things.

Reading

The words on the pages come to life, dancing on the page in front of me.

Forgetting the world around me.

Songs play in my head.

Beautiful songs.

A woman dances across the pages.

Elegance.

Beauty.

A man fighting a lion.
Oct 16

Colors

What color would I lose?

I’d lose all colors

Why?

I would make no distinction between things

Everything would be the same color

I wouldn’t see just a bright color

In the midst of darkness

Everything would be one color

Apples and oranges, would have something similar

Pigment of your skin, would be equal

Everything, would be equal
Oct 16

Forevermore

Happiness is like a star.
It is so far away, yet right beside you.
You can hold onto it forever,
But it must be let go soon.
It is a fleeting image,
Of someone you love,
But quickly dispersed right in front of you.
It is a sunny day,
The blank blue sky somehow invigorating you,
Without even touching you.
In some ways, happiness is a pain,
A pain that reminds you of the fact,
That you're not always happy.

Oct 16

Fade

Forever cursed to rise
from a warm bed,
she wanders from home
for hours at a time
and wonders when she will return.

She does not leave on lengthy expeditions
to stumble upon great treasures
or converse with mystical strangers.
She leaves to live.

She feels her fatigue,
the dull ache in her bones
radiates from the bottoms of her feet
to the top of her skull.

The dull fades to burn
fades to sting
Oct 15

Test Day


The Board is growing 
My heart is growing 
Professor writing on the board 
Okay class let's look at your scores 
From the test we took the day before
As we do corrections 
I look at my F 
I don't feel any connection
Keep your eyes up here
This is why your minds aren't clear 

No, Sir 
My mind isn't clear 
My head isn't even here 
I'm not thinking about binomials 
I'm thinking of my son at home 
Oct 15
alhaag's picture

Faster


Air, clean and pure
fills my lungs

Two steps
One breath

Lean forward
up the hill

Two steps
One breath

Pump your arms
faster

Two steps
One breath

Pass one, two, three competitors
all straining for the peak

Two steps
One breath

Reach the top
don't slow down

Two steps
One breath

Lean into the
downhill sprint
Oct 15
Nightheart's picture

Winter

WInter is:
Looking outside realizing giant fluffy snowflakes
are slowly drifting down.
Winter is:
The snow slowly crunching underneath 
my boot-clad feet.
Winter is:
The snow angels,
where your butt-print is more
visible than anthing else.
Winter is:
Shoveling the driveway in the bitter cold,
your pants freezing to your legs,
Because the snow plow doesn't do driveways.
Winter is: