Jumping to Jupiter

Submitted by Julie on Sun, 03/21/2010 - 19:36

 

I’ll start here You’ll start there Everybody will start somewhere   If we really ran Jumped as far as we can And everything went as planned   Could we jump to Jupiter?   If I leapt five If you leapt nine If someone leapt forty-five   But we can’t jump that far Can’t drive there in a car Or catch a passing star   Could we jump to Jupiter?   On our own, we aren’t good enough Even if we do lots of nice stuff But Jesus bridged the gulf   So why do we fight Over who was right When none of us reached the height   For we can’t jump to Jupiter

Yates Street

Submitted by Ariel on Sun, 03/21/2010 - 05:29

 

            The town is Chestnutgrove; a small town with a large heart. A traveler passing through our fair town will cross a bridge. If he is very observant he will notice the low muddy river that winds through the brush beneath it. The towering trees on the far bank, lifting their leafy arms toward Heaven, are a stark contrast to the dry, slate rock hill that stands opposite them like an angry giant, his face void of expression.

Inspiration

Submitted by Ariel on Sat, 03/20/2010 - 21:59

 

These are my scribbled words,

Randomly rhymed.

These are my scribbled words,

Erratically timed.

 

My pencil moves;

The wind blows.

My pencil moves;

A river flows.

 

My fingers halt;

Time stands still.

My fingers halt;

Thoughts still mill.

 

My mind turns;

Feverish

Submitted by Elaine on Fri, 03/19/2010 - 04:42

 I woke before dawn, 

The cool, crisp morning breeze,

Did not help calm my frantic nerves,

Nor did looking out to the vast open sea.

 

How could I be composed, I thought,

As I flung myself back onto my bed.

My cold hand felt my feverish forehead,

Smiling as the sun started to rise.

Today, I was to be wed.

 

On tiptoes, I hurried,

Over to the large oak closet

Threw the heavy doors wide open.

There it was, the lacy white dress,

I have always wanted. 

 

A cry out to heaven

Submitted by Sar on Fri, 03/19/2010 - 02:22

Does it have to happen again? It feels like I just got over one wave, and now an even bigger one is coming crashing down on top of me.

I thought this was over. I thought it would never come again. I believed that I wouldn't have to go back through those awful emotions again.

It was not meant to be. It was too real to be true.

I am not a pessimist, but right now, I cannot see you.

Are you there amidst the pain? Or am I alone here?

Arbitrari

Submitted by Mandi on Fri, 03/19/2010 - 00:33

       The days pass by
Blending in a monotonous blur

The blaring sun sets
Only for the alabaster moon to replace it
Ends another day
Begins another night


Search out answers among the stars
Await a god that never came
Make a futile attempt to recite a prayer
Watch the clock rewind


Thorns covered in hemlock entice our touching
We always covet what we cannot have
Wanton desires lead to eternal damnation
Keep searching for your god that never came

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