Category: Poetry

I believed I believed in the way you called my name I believed how you’d tell jokes with that smile I believed when you’d let me help with dinner By cutting fresh rosemary that was uncomfortably sticky I believed the days you walked me to school On mondays when the grass was freshly cut I… Continue reading Anonymous – I Believed

up. seven o’clock, monday. breathe in, breathe out. look in the mirror, tell yourself it’s okay. get dressed, eat breakfast, finish homework convince yourself it’ll all be worth it. drive yourself to school, then sit in the car for five minutes. what am i waiting for? i’m gonna be late. say hi to your friends,… Continue reading Olivia Wang – One Day

The sun rose for the very last time it’s heat so close to the surface Feeling the warm breeze and the trees swaying Lips cracking as you heat up, mouth dry Waiting for the clock to strike 12 Knowing this was the very last time The moon rose for the very last time Capturing our… Continue reading Destiny Bachman – The Sun Rose for the Very Last Time

I am from skies and clouds out the window Early mornings with groggy faces Flying endless hours over deep blue waters Going from home to unfamiliar places.   I am from confusion and bewilderment, A dialect not of my own Crowds of people With no rhyme or reason.   I am from a little boy… Continue reading Leah Walrath – I Am From Family

I am from the smell of chlorine, permanently stamped on my skin From the almost unbearable tightness of the racing suit From the blasting music From the bone chilling water that we always swear isn’t heated.   I am from Coach Mike’s crazy conspiracy theories From “don’t give me your problems, give me your solutions” From… Continue reading Julia Petrino – I am from

There once was an oak And she stood, Right in the center of the wood. Her trunk was the thickest. Her roots were the deepest Her branches pointed high, Up to the pale blue sky. She thought she would never die. Storms would come and go, But she loved the sky so She just stayed… Continue reading Sophia Marshall – Oak

I have too many enemies Magical tricks cause jealousy I belong from the past decade My nature rejects any aid Perfection defines my good soul The shape of my head is a bowl Fire escapes my angry nostrils It is hard to find my fossil When I outrage, I eat good food Great taste buds… Continue reading Curtis Chun – The Perfect and Unique Creature