life

Glass Hearts

Submitted by Madeline on Tue, 01/01/2013 - 21:48

I drew hearts on the foggy glass Before everything happened And though it felt long; time does pass Even unexpected

My eyes were stinging sharp and I Wanted a way out Angry on my phone I typed A text I’d never send

I folded in upon myself All closed off from the world Praying, heart fell to stealth As I wished it all away

But then I opened one eye And saw the hearts were gone Wiped away, wiped dry All except for one

A gorgeous little swirly heart So perfectly drawn Then He gave us a fresh start He's good like that, you see

Restraint

Submitted by Madeline on Wed, 12/05/2012 - 01:23

Chelsea wanted to be brave.

When they told her she couldn’t, her vision abruptly grew razor sharp. Her eyes focused on her father’s glasses, which were slipping down his nose. He noticed her stare and quickly fixed them.

“But I…” She whispered. The words were stolen from her breath. Her heart was racing, and her palms were clammy. She brushed her hair off her neck.

“We think it’s best,” Her father continued, “If you do what Sammie did. She’s a wonderful housewife, with beautiful children.”

She hadn’t wanted to be like her sister. She had hoped—

Reaching

Submitted by Emilee on Tue, 12/04/2012 - 04:54

Ah, another one of my cliche poems about dreams! I'd love a comment :)
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Reaching

Sometimes I wonder in whimsical words
While the rest the world sleeps
About things of tomorrow
Sometimes I imagine
That the smiles of today
Were of more consequence
That they’ll be remembered tomorrow

But I know, just know
That they won’t
That today is all about
Biding my time
Until the horizon is here
Until I can tell
That my future has arrived

The Glorious Abyss

Submitted by Emilee on Tue, 12/04/2012 - 04:51

I would love to hear your thoughts/advice! Comments make my day (:!
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The Glorious Abyss

The glorious abyss, the lonesome dark
Imprinting on all its fearsome mark
The unknown that terrifies
Stealing the light from your eyes
Robbing the travelers of their spark

It woos and entices with the obscure
Making the firm suddenly unsure
The travelers, the“brave”, they fear
They look upon the cautious with a jeer
They are infected and know no cure

Life

Submitted by Maddi on Sat, 12/01/2012 - 23:18

Life....life is a strange thing. Twisting, turning, making you feel miserable—but then…you realise that no matter how many mistakes you’ve made, life still goes on. And everything will be alright.

God forgives.

And Jesus loves.

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Life is when a baby takes its first breath. Another spark to join the other embers. Yet each one is so special.

Life is the complicated whirl of emotions swirling around you, never giving you a break. Only in God can give you the everlasting peace.

Missing the Song

Submitted by Emilee on Tue, 11/20/2012 - 19:02

Missing the Song

The dissonance of the stained,
soiled keys-
played over, again and again.
Chaotic notes are leaping-
alive from-
the wood and ivory.

The musician-
wanting order-
for his chaotic song.
Searching for sense-
lost in rhythm,
Regulation.

The chord that’s strummed echoes-
soft and sad;
dripping audible tears-
on the bound world around it.
Brushed away-
by rough, unfeeling hands.

Remember

Submitted by Emilee on Tue, 11/13/2012 - 06:00

Remember

Remembering when I was all small-
Safe while enveloped in my father’s arms,
My momma’s love,
The smile of a so close sister.

Not a care in the world
Not a sigh on my lips
Not a sad heart
Not a gap

Remembering when I was starting to grow-
Happy while guided around every single corner,
Every big question,
The time I couldn’t pray.

Not an unanswered question
Not a confused heart
Not a fear to ask
Not a frown

Hidden Behind the Veil of Remembrance

Submitted by Mairead on Sun, 11/04/2012 - 01:56

      Maeve shivered as she entered the overly air-conditioned party center through two very large heavy front doors. The heat of the day had been pressing on her bare shoulders ever since the morning sun had risen high into sky, and thus had succeeded in making her feel burdened and uncomfortable. The air inside the hall that was escaping through a large vent in the wall evaporated the moisture from her body as she passed, drying her sticky skin and making the hair in her arm stand on edge. A sigh escaped her throat, partly out of relief and partly out of anxiety.

Wanderlust

Submitted by Emilee on Sat, 11/03/2012 - 17:59

This isn't one of my favorites, but I was told its been waiting longer so it deserved to be put up before some of my others! So, don't expect anything great but I hope you enjoy it! I would love a comment :)!
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Wanderlust

Towering buildings
Entice
Bustling avenues
Draw

Everything just out of reach
One more mile
Everything just out of sight
One more hill

Animated forests
Entrance
Strange animals
Awake