July2014

Yellow Strand

Maybe she knows of a quieter memory While she dangles her feet on the yellow beach Then the sound of waves behind sea debris Collides with the strand so sadly Sensations unbeknownst to the bourgeoisie Are to her and self also quite out of reach For under yellow shade sat…

Nightfall Loans

Midnight silence forebodes a shadowy blue That distorts reality into fantasies of its own And within a night, the petal blacks bled through Like spots of supernatural undertones Sable eyes under moonlit night peeped anew To view a fabled valley to sadness-prone But before twilight coffers had chance to accrue…

Talk: Castle of Poets

In quiet keep, sat him in sleep In a quiet castle, quiet control (meaning you are in control and no one knows, history poet no one really hitnks about who’s writing and takes for granted; in he’s control), quiet life (keep = subsistence) meaning he lives there and no one…

Armor of Brittle Ice

Two soldiers joined battalions at dawn’s first yawn Amidst shouts of war, one wore one more ++++++++++To say, “Two layers should suffice” While the other hurried down the alley ++++++++++With his armor of brittle ice The first was second to fight The second was first to lead ++++++++++While similar cries…

The Sad Dance of Joy

She spoke with such a sad whisper In the company of the clowns While their dancing deserved demur Their joviality was too down The ironies that fed once were < < < < < <     > > > > > > Continue browsing all poems! Back to all…

Seasons of Dead Water

I’d unconsciously oathed my life To a mud of misery at the altar For I don’t recall sacrificing pride For the sake of standing a little taller Summer rains bring sunshine warmth But such signs poorly augur For ending rains mean wind-blown leaves And a happiness forced to wander I…

Woeful

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry Web Publication Privilege July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: Heartbreaks are a big deal, and thus, I wanted to capture the desolate feeling of loneliness. So horrible is the solitude that the speaker marries the sadness lest left alone. Even mourning, considered the first…

The Forest of Smoke

++++++++++My grandparents knew of a little girl who got lost in the forest– Gone: like clouds in the night, dissipated under the guile of the moon. ++++++++++They told me her name–Jessica Gray–, and they told me her problem–lunacy. “She was always very strange around evening time,” they told me. “Avoid…

A Solemn Service

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Community Service Essay Today’s #1 Voted Article July 15, 2014 Photos | | Website Publication FOREWORD: This essay was written in response to a volunteer trip to Mexico on January 11th, 2014. Though it took me a while to finish the essay (school got…

Midnight Diaries Entry 9

In final epilogue we write in stature, my mind and I, for quite highly we’ve come to understand of that strange one-sided game called love. The night of dance has yet to come, but we have settled our concerns with quiet thought and mild distractions. My mind has found a…

Gates of the High Heavens

Time awoke for the first time ++++++++++Before the grandeur of the crystal gates While angels sought refuge behind the light A shadow slipped between the cracks ++++++++++Crumbling their columns of white < < < < < <     > > > > > > Lords Inherit | Witching Hour | Gates of the…

The Brown Room

The room was a slovenly mess: clothes were scattered around the floor, the mismatched desk and chairs were tilted out of place, the blankets were scrunched up in the corner of the musty mattress. Even the suits in the closet were unkempt and dusty, but I knew better. Strangers would…

Garden Belle

In blind enchantment we stood Before idle shadows that twine, ++++++++++stagnant Behind morning light and underneath flower vines Verdant perfumes colored the air in breezes of shine As shine itself meandered d ++++++++++++++++++++o +++++++++++++++++++++w ++++++++++++++++++++++n +++++++++++++++++++++++onto ivory trellises It was a strange occurrence (For oft we never agreed) but amidst…

Castle of Poets

In quiet keep, sat him in sleep The old poet lost in memories He chronicles the arbitreals Events recorded in mystery But in that castle fraught with hassles He mourned his work so suddenly He sat agape at the fate Of inconsistency in histories In fiery tone he shakes the…

Witching Hour

When the moon grows to its potency And the shadow of silence descends upon the land, ++++++++++A sable callousness paints its black fabric Forlorn, for the ill omen we must all bear ++++++++++Can be seen by the witching hour of magic < < < < < <     >…

Lords Inherit

The stable boy found a yellow flower Though not as pricey as the chests of gold in the back A present for the princess in the tower ++++++++++And the princes grew green as grass You see, talkers inherit the fortune ++++++++++While the lords inherit just sat and glowered < <…