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Yellow Rose Bush

Yellow Rose Bush

November 28, 2018

Yellow rose bush standing tall and looking well, You have many stories you could tell. Some stories of sorrow you might whisper, While the stories of joy you will yell.   Since your beginning the odds against you were stacked, Before you could be planted into your first home It was time to move, and...

X in the Moonlight

X in the Moonlight

November 28, 2018

In the early hours, X lay awake, Wondering how long a better life would take. Even though his heart would ache, He prayed continuously, for his own sake. It seemed no one could relate.   Day and night, he searched for contentment, but all he could conjure, were consistent amounts of resentment.   He...

sEa

sEa

November 13, 2018

Little boats are not supposed to hold glass screens that reflect an atmosphere of shifting humors but I sit and stare at a little glass square that cannot hold the moon with silver dust and then nothing and a thousand other things like the dark side of a book or the dark side of canyons that never form full lines of sound that ...

Something From Nothing

Something From Nothing

November 13, 2018

Color devoid from vision White glares, relentless Sentiments cease to flow   Creativity exiled in the vast expanses of the maze that the tissue inside my head became so long ago   A transparent thought flits ever so suddenly and disappears from view clickity-clack, noises...

Remembered

Remembered

November 12, 2018

I wondered when I would be opened, when my letters would be renewed. And my thoughts often wondered to a dark place, where there were no bounds, no borders, no grounds, where there are pictures that light up so foreign, but the dark enslaves their sound.   And Oh, how I wish to be awakened, for...

The Colorful Eye

The Colorful Eye

November 8, 2018

Red tastes like fire. Gray sounds raspy. Green feels smooth. Purple smells like feet. But blue, blue just looks blue.   We can see colors but we cannot taste them. We can see colors but we cannot hear them. We can see colors but we cannot smell them.   No one knows why. Why we can only...

A Tale of Life

A Tale of Life

November 8, 2018

From a leadoff cry to the giggles followed by, From a chaotic mess to a calming lullaby, From the first glimpse to the endless sights, From the promising grounds to wishful heights, From best to worst and worst to best, Moving on as the days went by,   For what’s mine is mine to receive.   ...

The Boy in the Red Truck

The Boy in the Red Truck

Hayley Cross, Social Media

November 8, 2018

Filed under Delta Arts, Fall 2018, Poems

After that moment between Me being with him and me being by myself is over, I am finally able to smile.   I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck And how I am more familiar with them than I am my own car.   The aroma that is left lingering on me, My clothing, And...

Flight

Flight

November 8, 2018

Why does a honeybee fly? Perhaps only to feed on the nectar of orchids, or to dance a dance of thoughtfulness with the tulips. Maybe because flightlessness is most fearful.     What motivates, and what drives? Pursuit of the grandeur of the Iris, to rest as the dew on a rose. Thoughtlessness as blis...

Something Down Below

Something Down Below

November 8, 2018

Swirling in nothingness seemingly silent yet screaming with noise Down here death bells toll damning those who dared to defy Always searching for the way following the sounds of presumed safety Nothing is safe down below, where the death bells toll   Shapes cascading across endless walls shadows looming ...

No Oceans

No Oceans

Madison Kalia, Copy Editor

November 8, 2018

Filed under Fall 2018, Poems

This poem is a poem in which I drown, in which my lungs fill with ev’ry verb and noun They all start as something else and end like this, start with sweet, soft stuff and end with the abyss like forgotten monuments or broken towns   But there’s no water here, not a drop around, and n’ocean wou...

Our Home, Ninovan

Our Home, Ninovan

April 15, 2018

Your majesty can not be defined. Gliding through the air with wind under your feathers. Unafraid Your world has been taken over Two legged creatures destroyed the home you knew from birth For what? Paper they will write their inadequate dreams upon then discard. You deserve better. You deserve...