Silk black’n hair brushed back,
With a comb of veer, and spear. Their crown was damber. “So, So, So balooo. Oh! So balooo!” She exclaims with a voice of yaint and lilac Oh! Thou that forsaken crown Click here to read more of Oh! So Lovely
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Have you ever felt like falling? Feeling the breeze go through your hair as your body fell down to the roaring waters below, the water is where I would die, where my oxygen would be taken from me. Where all of my worries would fade away from me. Where all the bruises and scars that was embedded on my pale skin being washed away by cold water.
This is where I would Rest In Peace and have my body decay by the rough salt water... Click here to read more of Sadness. So here I am ‘bout to write a sonnet.
I’m not good at writing, but I'll make do. I’ll be pulling these words out of the blue; I think I’d rather be wearing a bonnet. This is hard, have to try and keep it phonic, To the poetic rules I will stay true. Click here to read more of I Can't Write. You’re sad, so sad, you have shown me what hurts.
From screams to shouts, abuse and bouts, you live. Damaged by kin, by peers, you claim you’re cursed. Consistent pain occurs from where you’ve been. With your body abused, your kindness used, You felt there no escape but pain itself. With blades, with glass, you sliced, you cut, profuse. Click here to read more of Suffering at The Hands of a Cruel World - Anonymous. I am submitting my resignation from society
For I fear that I am given no other choice but to proclaim That I must abandon you for the sake of my own morality I will not allow you to relinquish my flame The very flame that lights a fire under me Filling me with determination which can no longer be contained Formerly depending on you for the illusion of social security Click here to read more of A Resignation From Society. In that light I saw you there.
In the dew cast upon the rocks, and green that grew on these walls. Sound is dominated by the water that falls from the depression. Click here to read more of Crevasses by Noah Maldonado-Minor. A word that everyone knows but no one dares to speak aloud
Sometimes I think about death I sit in a dark corner of a party pondering its definition Is it the ending of our existence or the beginning of our freedom Is that why you crave to make yourself free? Does life resemble that much of a prison cell that you have to plan your escape, fork and spoon in hand? Click here to read more of Death. “Ring” a call, 3am, an odd time, relinquishing you out of your slumber. “Hello?” If you knew how this would’ve ended would you have picked up at all?
“Hello is this Mrs. A?” Suddenly the gears start turning as your brain hallucinates every worse possible scenario. “Well yes but my last name is actually B.” “Well I’m so sorry to tell you-” Frozen, petrified, right then you knew, was it an accident? A fight? Work emergency? “I have terrible news your child’s father has been shot and killed.” None were as real as the laceration you heard that killed you from your esophagus where the oxygen no longer moved freely to your soul. Click here to read more of 3, 7, 1. What is love?
What is love? I have heard people say it is this all consuming feeling. More or less a desire to be close to one person. I have heard people say it is this all consuming feeling of happiness that one gives you. More or less a desire to be consumed by their presence. Their smile. Click here to read more of Everlasting. Oh look!
There she is. The girl with the most precious smile. The girl with the softest skin. The girl with the most ferocious laughter. The girl that is so stunning, so exquisite, because she is her own definition of beautiful. Her smile is so precious. Click here to read more of A Peek Behind The Curtain. |
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Hannah Phillips Poetry Staff: Gracie Watley Drew Coate Halee Sharkey Isabella Chance Nick Stone Kelsey Cromell Noah Maldonado-Minor Oh! So Lovely! Sadness I Can't Write Suffering at the Hands of a Cruel World A Resignation from Society Death 3, 7, 1 Ocean Everlasting Wick A Peek Behind The Curtain Lets Talk About Sonnet Sunshine in your hair Crevasses The Enigma The Death of Innocence One of the Favorites Ice Cube Trays It's a Cloudy Day Today Waiting Where the Demons Dance Skin Against Bone Temptation This is Just to Say I am Natalie Larson I am a poster of Australian actor Chris Hemsworth Rainbow Girl |