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January Poetry Collection

Photo Credit: Riley Burke

 

Hey

By Genesis Ellen

Call out to me if you dare

The gesture’s only fair

Vague and bittersweet in memory

I can only imagine how you feel for me

Unbeknownst to you, my heart fully shattered

Self-destructing ‘till my soul lay battered

Blindly continued, my quests for redemption

As our connection dissolved before my eyes

I unbearably forgave you and all of your lies

Music I treasure as solace invades

I no longer endure the pierce of your blades

Open-hearted and willing

Still wishing and hoping and missing and learning

 

Mr.

By Genesis Ellen

He’s desperately searching through archives galore

To find out cruel secrets; digging for more

 

Accosting the people for personal gain

He’s ornery, and refuses, to be called so vain

 

For deep in his soul is a meek little boy

Crying for help, ever since he lost his toy

 

Whimpering at night when his ego’s not in sight

For if they knew the truth, he’d be bare-

It’s unfair-

 

To plead for identity, and be responded to with no remedy

So he follows along with life’s strange melody

And crosses the street with his documents, allegedly

 

a drive

By Olivia Martinez

Whenever her favorites flowed,

The windows rolled.

Her hair danced in the wind

Twirlin’, twistin’ just as it should.

She always soaked up the memories being made

Admired the people passing by

Took these moments in all of its entirety

There wouldn’t be another day like it.

 

Life’s greatest delights tend to be effortless

She never failed to recognize that.

Her presence was that of an angel

Simply feeling blessed to share her joys.

For a sparse second

Everything felt okay.

 

Downcast

By Kailee Hanks

I am infatuated with you.
The way that you admire yourself in the mirror and pick the worst and best things about yourself is outstanding and yet so depressing.
You’re picky.
You’re as picky as a person with orthorexia.
Matching from head to toe with grief from losing yourself and putting thyself down from not being stronger than the storm.
You learned that you could not run as fast as the wind but could walk with the breeze.
Take it slow.
As I wish I could put my love for you into yourself so you will no longer suffer.
If you suffer I swear I will suffer with you.
how did I ever fall infatuated with such a sorrowful soul.

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