The Dream

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By: gammälräkürin

As I lay asleep in bed,

a fiery dream flickers in my head.

Rotting corpses, rank and dead,

I cannot stop the feeling of dread.

 

As I fall down to the ground,

a fiery dream races around.

Pale faces, drained of blood,

gore soaked into the mud.

 

As I cry to my demise,

sobbing, choking on the lies;

my dreams come and go like thieves,

A cadaver going and going grieves.

Fingerprints

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By: gammälräkürin

Each and every word you spoke,

was fire in a wooden bowl.

A cloth you dyed; a chain you broke,

fingerprints upon my soul.

 

Every kiss in your warm embrace,

gently took its toll.

A knife in my heart, tears on my face,

fingerprints upon my soul.

 

Each day I live without you near,

is a day I weakly crawl.

Without you I have only fear,

those fingerprints upon my soul.

Violin

The click of a latch

a wave of sweet smelling sap arises

I gaze down at my reflection

on a polished chestnut surface

 

light makes rainbow waves

as I delicately pick it up

and hold it in my arms

so light and hollow with its wooden body

and a smooth, black fingerboard

 

as I cradle it in my shoulder

and draw the bow across the strings

a sad, mournful, melodic sound

vibrates into silence

stillness aching for more

 

fingers erupt and muscles move

as a tune is played for one ear

but for all to hear

 

and melancholy ringing fills the air

like a fresh breath into the lungs

 

though desolate of words

it does not lack meaning

 

an explanation of the sense

and emotion

that it holds

 

energy in my arms

music for my heart

 

body, mind, and instrument

move together

think together

express together

 

when I play the violin.

 

-Marie Walters 2017

 

Dusk

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In the distance

the slow murmur of tree frogs

and crickets so close

but unreachable

darkness settles down

so the glare of light from the candle

casts ghostly shadows on the ground

and the silence is overwhelming

broken only by a lonely wolf in the distance

howling at the moon

settled deeply in the stars

that reflect upon a moth’s papery grey wings

as it flutters into the forest

dark with secrets and house of the unknown

and outlined at the top

the black shape of a hawk perched

atop the highest tree

salutes to the night sky

and better yet

the coming day

Marie Walters 2017

Egghead: Or, You Can’t Survive on Ideas Alone) by: Bo Burnham

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Review by: Sophy

Egghead: Or, You Can’t Survive on Ideas Alone is written by comedian Bo Burnham and is a collection of witty poems and thoughts with illustrations created by his friend Chance Bone. Though these poems and thoughts may almost cross the line of being offensive, they can make you laugh and think about the author’s wit and onstage personality. I recommend older teens to read this book, as some of the content is inappropriate for people any younger. Even though the content may be offensive, it’s still fun.

Ache

weary

The feeling of loss

the feeling of loneliness

the feeling that something didn’t go right

 

Unfair and deeply sad

aching throughout the night

 

The feeling of hurt

the feeling of pain

 

Sorrow, hopelessness, fear

 

Like someone you love has just gone away

or something bad is drawing near

 

Is there nothing to ease the pain

is there nothing to prove the claim

to mend the tear

to fix the rip

to help myself

get a grip

a perfect life

that has been flipped

 

Is there anything

for a start

 

That can fix my aching heart?

 

– Marie Walters, 2016

Reflections

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I’m not posting art today. Instead, here’s a poem! I’m not that good at writing poems, and this one is way too fake-deep, but I’m working to become better.

My friends, I know,

Are the only ones I

Need.

 

Then, why do I

Always feel so

Lonely?

 

But at home, I have “friends”

Who can never

Leave.

 

And they’ll stay,

Guarding my

Insecurities.

 

The saddest thing

About all of this must

Be,

 

The only way to escape

Twisted

Reality

 

Is to hold “those friends”

Who mean the world to

Me.

 

Though, they are just

Reflections on a

Screen.

Hannah, 9th grade