Buried In Words
Blue Feather
The green eyes stare from the darkness
They stare at you
You stare at them
Then the shadow steps from the darkness
And you gasp in shock
Those green eyes
The ones you stared at
Are from a creature
A creature of beauty
She flutters her wings
And smiles a sweet smile
Her curly long hair sways in the wind
And she speaks
The way she speaks is a wonder
She speaks with riddle and song
The words flow from her tongue
You don't understand what she says
But it's still a beautiful sound
She hands you a blue feather
She smiles and is gone into the sky
Then, you wake up in your bed
Was it a dream?
You look down at your hand
And there's a blue feather
- Maddy Jen
Orpheus With His Lute
Orpheus, with his lute, made trees
and the mountaintops that freeze,
bow themselves when he did sing.
To his music, plants and flowers
ever sprung, as sun and showers.
There had made a lasting spring.
Everything that heard him play,
even the billows of the sea,
hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
killing care and grief of heart.
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
- William Shakespeare
Welcome To Society
Welcome to society
We hope you enjoy your stay
And please feel free to be yourself
As long as it's in the right way
Make sure to love your body
Not too much or we'll tear you down
We'll bully you for smiling
And then wonder why you frown
We'll tell you that you're worthless
That you shouldn't make a sound
And then cry with all the others
As you're buried in the ground
You can fall in love with anyone
As long as it's who we choose
And we'll let you have your opinions
But please shape them to our views
Welcome to society
We promise that we won't deceive
And one more rule now that you're here
There's no way you can leave.
- Erin Hanson
Glass Flute
Petals fall
With every motion
Taking all
Of my emotion
Carried away
By the breeze
Maybe someday
I’ll be at ease
- Wenqing Yan
Rudy Francisco
I'm clumsy.
Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem,
landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a
broken face.
Now I can't even tell whose trying to give me a compliment
Sometimes
I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when I'm not around
I wonder what the curtains would do
if they found out about all the things I've done behind their backs
I'be got a hamper fill of really loud mistakes
and a graveyard in my closet.
I'm afraid if I let you see my skeletons
you'll grind the bones into powder and get high on my fault lines
I've never been in the military
but somehow I ended up with a purple heart
I think I got it from beating myself up over things that I can't fix
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Some days I forget that my skin is not a panic room