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Oct 10
poem, audio 4 comments challenge: Fear
Fiona Ella's picture

old


i think a lot about fear
and about death, 
and i've come to the conclusion
that i'm not afraid of death. 
after all, death is nothing. 
and there's no point being afraid of nothing, 
since you can't exactly do anything about it, 
can you? 
no, 
as much as i dislike the idea
of sliding away into oblivion 
and never thinking again, 
that's not the bit that frightens me. 
what frightens me, 
what really frightens me, 
Audio download:
fiona.m4a.mp3
Sep 20

Casual Racism With a Side of Language Based Angst

In an attempt to delete an audio recording that I wasn't satisfied with, I ended up deleting the post as whole thinking it meant deleting the changes I had made previously.  My bad.  This is just a repost, where nothing has changed from the original.  My apologies for causing any confusion.

I was sitting among tiny green blades of grass,
listening to a chaotic symphony
of loudspeakers
and bubbling voices.

I was sitting under a rosy sky

Sep 11

The Art of Fog Catching


I stood at the tip of the dock
looking out over
that salty water.

The fog had come slowly 
that morning,
seeping into the harbor
and quietly covering 
the shore. 

Mussle gathering at noontime 
was raw and wet.
The chilled water numbed my fingers 
until feeling 
no longer pulsed through them 
and blood flowed easily 
from popped blisters,
earned yestrday while chopping wood. 

Later,
Sep 06

apples

the trees in the orchard are more ripe with children
than they are with apples.
fragile branches expose themselves
to be limbs of limber youth,
elbows protruding like gnarls on a tree,
knees scarred like dimpled bark. 
if you aren't too careful
you'll end up snagging a ruby red sneaker
instead of a crisp macintosh. 
you may want to pick apples
but the children want to stand on the bow of a well-crafted ship
Audio download:
apples_0_0.m4a.mp3
Aug 27

Daydreaming

It's a
Intrinsic disease
They told me,
A unfortunate byproduct
Of a
Non-lucid mind.
A mind of someone
Who is discontent
With the real world.
Well,
If that's the case,
I don't mind
Being sick.
Because in a world
Scarred by dark roads,
Dark choices;
It's okay
To look up at the sun
And imagine
Happy little fantasies.
 
Aug 22
Maisie N's picture

Eclipsed

I spent most of today
Floating up in space
My head in the clouds
My heart in the air
I kissed a solar eclipse
Right on the lips
A secret that only us
And the stars could share
I spent most of tonight
Fighting back my tears
Because after a long day without caring
I'm left with my fears
And I just don't know
How I can live
With the weight of the world
Resting on my shoulders

Jul 26
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Rainbow

It's happening ever so slow,
Day after day,
They're chipping at our rights,
Wearing them away.

First they came for the protections,
The ones meant to keep up safe,
The one meant keep us from discrimination,
Their absence leaving a trail destruction and hate

They believe they can force us back,
Back into that ever so dark closet,
They believe they can hide the facts,
And we won't call them on it.
Jul 20
jbird18's picture

Blueberry Poem (for 7/19/17)

(The audio recording is of the last two stanzas which I recorded while picking blueberries. If you listen closely, you might be able to hear the pie tins and birds.)


Blueberry Poem

Follow the shade in the morning for as long as you can,
Hopping down the row, down the hill, from bush to bush.
The way the sunlight falls through the hedgerow and the trees above it
Leaves some shady splotches and then some sun-soaked bits.
Jul 20

seen in roanoke


today i saw three children
they were not much younger than i am
sixteen, or maybe seventeen years old
sleeping under an old concrete bridge

their shoes lay hapharzardly next to them
the soles of their tired feet grimy and bare
i thought of how hard, how unforgiving 
the stone must feel beneath their heads

then i walked
in clean shoes and socks
into an art musuem 
so sit leisurely and look at paintings
Jul 07

The Struggles of Growing Up White as a Chinese Adoptee

Jun 02

That Song Sounds Like Blueberries

Could you play that one song?
You know the one I’m talking about.
You know,
The one we blared from the car stereo,
With all the windows rolled down so all could hear.
The song we would play picking blueberries;
In that all natural,
Weed choked,
Berry farm.
I want to be reminded of the times
I would pick four flats to your two.
I want to remember the day
Where I traversed the fields,
To see where you were,
Apr 16
poem 0 comments challenge: Backpack
19bielmo's picture

Ode to the Weight On My Shoulders

Like Dora I rely on my pack, 
It has every little thing I lack. 
The fact I forgot during my test, 
Is in that book next to the rest. 

It bares the weight I carry on my shoulder, 
Gaining pounds with each year I get older. 
It holds my future by worksheet and note, 
Each calculation and essay I wrote.

I know this bag always has my back, 
It can decipher the codes I can not crack. 
If you seek this help, then be my guest,  
Apr 16

A Mother's Love

She loves like water
Beneath our feet
Above our heads
Coursing through our bodies.
Ever present.

(Photo credit: Bailey Tetrault, Essex Junction, VT)
Audio download:
A Mother's Love
Apr 16

What Are You Afraid Of?

 
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My  seven year old sister and I were sitting by a tire swing outside my house. She started asking me bizarre questions and then asked me this one. I have decided to share our conversation on here because it made me think very deeply about life.
Feb 20
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Thank you, to a town where I used to live

Feb 01
Icarus Blackmore's picture

A chance

Jan 19

What We Love About You

​One night my Mom, sister Sarah, and Grandma were having dinner at my Uncle John, Aunt Sandra, and cousins, Anna, Emma, Alex, and Georgia's house. That night we went around the table and told Grandma what we love about her. She is a truly amazing person and we wanted her to know how much she means to us.

We'd started talking about hands
Anna told you that you have
beautiful hands
you protested,
saying that they were too
old, wrinkly, and twisted
to be beautiful.
Anna insisted you, and your hands,
are beautiful.
Uncle John saw the problem,
you didn't see your worth,
so he suggested we go in
a circle and say
what we love about you.
Jan 13
emily.hess's picture

The Importance of Pronouns

He had soft brown eyes and a forgiving soul,
He had a hug that consumed me in warmth,
He had lips that curled up at the ends and dimples when he laughed,
He had a voice more comforting than Bon Iver records at midnight,
He wore recycled shoes, and a cross necklace,
He also wore embarrassment between our interlocking fingers,
He kept secrets within our late night walks and me dropping him off 10 feet before his house,
Audio download:
4.10.17.EmilyHess.mp3
Dec 05

achieving balance is the most important thing

girl wears black lacy tights with droopy boots,
tongues licking the sidewalk with each step she takes.
our eyes are positive and negative, an electrical current strung
between them and on top of it a tight-rope walker trying to
balance on a moving wire that isn't really there,
electrical current produces a magnetic field and things are
smashing into the balancing artist, all heavy metal and