by Chloe LowHues of cobalt blue
Boiling and bubbling As dead leaves Wither and flourish And life bought into focus A kaleidoscope that was crystal clear Until it made my heart cry Please oh please I said Help me make it through the night Break it down into a negotiation When you left Hearts shattered into lies Moving in landscapes Stepping out and circulating Until there was no more time to cry
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By Mallika GuptaTick, tick, tick
The soft chime of a clock, Always quick to remind me Of everything And nothing Funny, is it not, Us mortals, trying to comprehend anything. Noses scrunched up with quizzical brows, I pity those that perform such a foolish act Of devoting themselves completely to this cause. What is this cause, you may ask? Why and how The deadliest words to exist As I am brought out of my reverie Lost in the depth the stars I feel whole and incomplete But is that not the beauty We all crave to feel By: Lina Amraoui And in a blink of an eye; You were already gone You left me no choice, but to unravel my soul with yours Uttering silently the goodbye I wish I never had to feel. I wish I knew in what dimensions you had escaped to; Where is your aching soul? A soul I had the privilege to undress, And to see how pure and divine it truly was. You were so beautifully broken; Your mesmerizing shattered pieces were unbelievably sharp Yet I wanted to touch every inch of them, to feel their honing And to let my entwined soul suffer while drowning in the love I felt for you. How could you tear my chapter in your story? So smoothly and quickly. While my sore soul had to burn in the fire you set before your unexpected departure, Shattering down all pieces of my own. Your burning flame made the only soul that I had fade away Longing for a better ending, Longing for a home A home that I found in the folds of your tragic story. In your cold and distant world, I was lucky to find my safe place, A place I was able to call my own Before your calamitous departure That pushed my soul out of its own home, and to fly high up in the unknown. And that night, when I will be touching the sky with my fingertips; Smelling the smokey scent of the clouds, When the breeze air embrace my whole body Cleaning my soul from all irrationality and sins; I will be calling your name from above, Screaming silently the aching and the hurt you have caused me; As you are hugging my grave, crying my death Feeling every drop of woe; I will reach down to feel one last breath of yours, As your feeling my last breath, Till my unconscious mind gives in, and I become part of the universe itself. Leaving nothing behind but my unheard eulogy. By: Kiana Maria I have never seen such a delicate thing crumble so quick A flower having her petals ripped into shreds And the entire field laughs at her. This world was stripped of its obliviousness When she arrived She came with no warning And I am calling her a she because she didn’t give a damn. She hasn’t gone down without a fight. And I think a man would know when it is time to give up, Women persist to prove a point. Women keep a wall up to make sure No one crosses without a pass But they will welcome themselves Even if your doormat wasn’t there She greeted you with a sneeze Not a hello But a sneeze And her laugh was contagious Just as much as her sickness She came with no warning She came with rumors and slander Her reputation Was as filthy as her hands She could slither down your spine She did not discriminate She could take your broken lungs And whip them to her desire She took the best out of us Because of her We’ve been shoving toilet paper into our cars And hate into our hearts This has nothing to do with race, But everything to do with negligence She was their little dirty secret And just like wildfires and diseases, Secrets spread quicker than they were told She will take everything you love And tear it up in front of you And she does this with malintentions She did intend to hurt you But we never intended for her wrath to be this large. She seems so angry at the world She took everything from us. Some of us won’t have a prom, a graduation Both types of seniors are fearful Visiting hours are closed The closest you can get to your elderly loved ones Is through a glass window She has their lives wrapped at the epicenter of her nucleus She put weddings on hold Instead of tying the knot, She has couples getting their money back, and canceling flights People are dying as if they never existed Because no one is receiving a proper goodbye And newborns aren’t receiving a proper hello We should be catching spring fever, not Corona. She truly cancelled everyone’s plans and turned the world into a ghost town It has become a huge change to life And like the seasons We have to adjust to the falling leaves And the changing of the wind With her arrival came heartache and pain No one’s ever witnessed a pain like this before But with her departure we will crack open the bottles of wine That were shelved due to postponed weddings And bring out the balloons and red carpet from prom And celebrate For once she leaves The world goes back to how it once was. Hopefully once she takes her last breath The world can take her first in the past few months May the world breathe soon Without a mask and s By: Sarah I. Saiyed Wishing well, but it is an ocean - Good memories make great metaphors. Do you remember skipping stones on the beach? Tossing pebbles of a very certain shape at a very certain angle, to watch it skip on the water. Making arches, lower with every bounce. I used to want to glide like that, play hopscotch with the waves like- 1. I’ve been handpicked for this. 2. Flung, tossed, thrown, I am flying. 3. I skid off the water, elegantly. I focus on the children cheering. 4. Isn’t this what we long for? Footprints on wet sand at the beach, destined to be washed away. But hoping desperately, not before someone wonders where we were heading. 5. I bounce, skip, dive, over and over again, each 'ploink' harsher than the last. 6. I almost drowned this time. 7. These days, every poem I write feels like it could be something else. 8. I can tell I haven’t got any momentum left. 9. This is my last skip- I am flying for the last time now. 10. I plunge into the water, leave a tsunami in my wake, I am drowning but you cannot hear me over the childish giggle of ripples. 11. I watch the sunlit surface slowly fade. 12. The bottom of the ocean seems dark and gloomy, but my- it is a whole lot prettier than what I am leaving behind above. By: Rhea Bogarapu It’s in you, I see, sweet memories of What we could be. Stolen moments, subtle kisses. My one and only star, my one and only sky. You seem to define love, I simply can’t deny. You give me a taste of such serenity, what else could this possible be? |