Tell the Children of the Forest

Submitted by Flying Past Clouds on Tue, 09/03/2013 - 01:23

I stand on the shoulders of my idols
I breathe in another atmosphere
I am marked with a kiss and a blessing
The winds ever at my back

The winding road ahead is mine
The winding road ahead is new
The winding road is paved with dreams
I will never let them be regrets

I am a summary of failures
Stitched together parts
A Frankenstein of someone's creation
Yet they forgot my heart

A Quilted Autobiography

Submitted by Flying Past Clouds on Mon, 09/02/2013 - 03:43

I am my own hero
In a relationship with my future
Weaning myself from familiarity
Saving for a one-way ticket
Breathing my own ideas
Swimming laps around my brain
Scribbling out a universe
Drawing my new hometown
Rewriting my past disk
Crocheting a blanket
Listening to my idols
Following the light of my goals
Making my way in chaos
Holding my imaginary hand
Singing through radio signals
Reaching towards the screen
Clinging to the bed sheets
And the lullaby of a dream

My Personal Choice is Yet Another Rebellion

Submitted by Flying Past Clouds on Mon, 09/02/2013 - 03:26

You've defined my life
A summary of missed chances
But I feel I can take the reins

I don't want to let this moment
Slip away and become regret
My life is but one variable

I'll be happy and successful
Or senselessly typing my life away
Flip a coin, fate's deciding

Why do I feel so called
If I know who I am
Does that mean I've got a chance?

I'm no longer a wreck
I'm no longer your wreck
I'm my own natural disaster

Maybe Eternity

Submitted by E on Mon, 09/02/2013 - 00:00

1. Eternity
If I’m to live forever
I should pray that you will, too
Because, dear God, I wouldn’t want to live
Without, my darling, you

2. It Was a Bad Day
Maybe all these big girl dreams aren’t for me after all
Maybe I wasn’t born to go to college and get married
Maybe I wasn’t made for the usual course
Maybe I was born with wild eyes
Maybe I was born for the road.

Hinduism: Introduction

Submitted by Hannah D. on Sat, 08/31/2013 - 00:39

"The World’s Religions", by Huston Smith, is often considered a classic on religious beliefs around the world. It is also very secular in perspective. With the starting assumption that all religions are essentially the same or that they lead inevitably to the same result, he proceeds to connect the first religion in the book, Hinduism, to all other religions (especially, it seems, Christianity). The book itself is very informative, offering great and extensive information on the various beliefs, worship methods and metaphysics of Hinduism.

the weeks few pictures last in

Submitted by Raine on Thu, 08/29/2013 - 18:33

i can see that day like it belonged to someone else
as distant as the television in the other room
another of those things that only happens to other people
as every day life continues the memories of that day are
like ghosts that left an imprint that will last for months

longer than your face and your laugh because
all i had left was pictures in
my mind
and in these blurry weeks
few pictures last long

Inspired to Post Poetry

Submitted by Kassady on Wed, 08/28/2013 - 21:48

GenConners in Polos
I feel like I'm stuck,
In a parade,
Crazy hair,
They dance about,
Trumpets blare,
from their mouths
No on does care,
If I am trampled,
Under the fair,
Of rebellious students,
My heart has a tear,
Mix feelings confuse,
Don't know where,
To turn to,
I am confused and alone,
In the crowd of GenConner's in Polo's.

Dandelion, Music, and Wind

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Wed, 08/28/2013 - 15:50

From my piano bench, I can see dandelion seeds float on the wind. There they go; sledding down imaginary valleys and floating on imaginary clouds. As my fingers travel up and down the keys, I wonder. Does music float? Just like dandelions? If I push up the windows high, lift the piano cover, play Hayden’s Surprise Symphony—will the music float out the windows and into the world’s ears?

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