passion
Writing
The Day the Woodpecker Landed on Me
By Isabel NeeIt was a scorchingly hot summer day in June when I walked up toward the house from the barn, heading toward the old cedar tree near the house. The tree had bird feeders hanging on it, and probably I was going to check the feeders to see how much seed they had in them.
Last Dance
By Kaitlyn O’NealThere are only three rules for survival: no contact with meat, dairy, or humans. He’s already broken two of them.
Subject: Passion
By Jessie HovisBreathing in. The lungs expand, chest tight. The air catches in my throat. Breathing out. The air slithers out, my eyes going, facing the paper. It is blank, void of anything but a red line and blue lines. My mind is already at work. What is it going to be?
A Snapshot Love Story
By Libby RorhA girl sits at a table in front of a coffee shop, eyeing the charming boy lounging next to her. They observe one another as if their friends don’t exist, his eyes catching hers like a blue wave crashing on the beach. “Well, I’m not ordinary.”
The Girl with the Sunset Eyes
By Allison GlaserThe girl with the sunset eyes and the boy with hands like glass.
He fell in love with her because she was so beautiful when she cried.
He hated to see her in tears, but when she cried, streaks of blue and orange and yellow and pink fell down her cheeks.
The Eyes of Mermaid Dreams
By Natasha VyhovskyOn sad days,
his eyes tell me stories –
stories of pain,
of struggle,
of truth.
They hold within them soft, grey clouds after April afternoon storms.
But the sky is bright without the sun,
because it is never truly gone.
My Record Player and You
By Tasia JewelMy record player- The warm sound of “Ultraviolence” circling through my room like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Connected with the music.
Maybe This is Goodbye
By Sasha BaldwinQuite a lot to say but such little time,
We are all stuck in the crime of rhythm and rhyme.
Forgive my silence, my pen is running dry.
Don't know if I'll make it but I can promise to try.
The Melody
By Saadia SiddiquaStanding alone, solo
In the darkest shadows
She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers
Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs
Joy Still Left
By Ryan MackeyA old man beyond salvation
slumps on the ground
and prepares for his end.
He starts listing what he doesn’t have
Fire and Powder
By Robyn Peterson“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
tidal waves
By Olivia HumphreySome of my hobbies include:
writing
and baking
and looking into your brown eyes until I fear that I just might lose myself inside of them.
A few of my favorite activities are:
drawing
and sewing
One Step Closer
By Molly LangdonIt burns
It burns deep inside
every drop that runs down
your back as you ignore the pain
correction after correction
being told you aren’t good enough for it
Coffee Cups
By Maya BluittI'm not sure if the glass is half empty or half full.
Coffee shops leave me homesick for 8 minute drives to your cul-de-sac, to your arms; you're always busy.
Hope Never Fades
By Mason HerringtonI am a strong young man exhausted from my ways
I’ve been in eleven facilities but nothing ever seemed to change
Until one day I felt his grace and heard it say
Come to me my child and I will take it all away…
Leap of Faith
By Mary RueschoffTwirling
Twirling-Twirling
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
No Graphite
By Lindsay LuchinskyFrom his lips
To the paper,
To the teacher,
To the air,
To my mind that will not recall.
Tickled Truffle
By Lindsay LuchinskyA thought may amble a bit ‘till it trips to a halt,
‘till it ticks up a halt and a half.
Slams to a door and whatever blue-black residue flirts with the hinges,
Balcony Wishes
By Lauren BloodThe sky was an abyss of gloom,
As the trees billowed in the breath of the wind.
The stars sang secrets to the moon,
Above a castle holding lovers within.
An age-old monarch was outraged by his daughter’s betrayal,
Signs of Life
By Julia WakefieldThe form of letters slop and curve on a page
like a human body.
White paper, bare skin,
The line of a belt below a belly button:
the line of a notebook just below a sentence.
It Starts With Me
By Hannah GreerThe insistent decision that
The world is beyond repair because
No longer will
Human nature fix these things.
Negativity and pessimism
Invade the land of
Enthusiasm and assurance.
The problems remain
Because
Finding Passion
By Hailey DeWolfeHello?
I am looking,
Through windows and doors,
Looking at trees and between the shores
For that spark.
The little thing that ignites souls ablaze
Propels emotion to heights unknown