Archive for May, 2014


Posted: May 30, 2014 by haleykw2015 in HaleyW

Rain has a way for forcing me to sleep.

Maybe it’s the soft lull of sounds

Coming together, creating a symphony.

Plops of little drops in standing puddles,

Pitter-pats of rain on glass,

All in a relaxing harmony.

Cool, blue light that covers everything

And a degree or so cooler

Comfort me more than my eyes can stand.

Soon I am cocooned in my blankets

Fast asleep, all because of the rain.


A Heavenly Place

Posted: May 30, 2014 by skylar1314 in SkylarP

Go where those others went

to the far side of the sky

where, perhaps, hate is not a word,

and the sun and moon, forever in a race,

stop and exchange a passionate greeting to

gain their light back

in order to shine on the earth.

Hymn for an Optimist by Lexi Morgan

Posted: May 30, 2014 by Lexi in LexieM



How do you tell a heart to hold on
When all that holds it together


How do you say
“It’s alright”
When the one thing you need is


A life like that can’t be worth it, all that

Hold on.
It gets better.
Your glass-half-full gets fuller with every tear that

So smile,
Fake it until the joy deludes the

Fake it until your soul trickles down the sides of the glass like a

Just smile.
Smile until you’re strong enough to knock it


Water pooling on the constantly dirty kitchen floor,
Washing away all the


Just smile.
Live in the walls around your heart a little while longer,
Then rejoice when you

Kick them down.

Relish in the dust and debris until you think you’ve built a small condo in your lungs,
Complete with a pool out back and a welcome mat that reads,

“Leave your glass-half-full at the door.”

Not because you’re tired of it,
Not because your hope is gone,
But because you’ve outgrown your glass like you outgrew your sippy cup.
Drink straight from the carton of life,
Get drunk on your happiness,

And always

Remember the puddle on your kitchen floor,
And the reflection of your fake smile in the dirty water.


Posted: May 30, 2014 by hannahmarie64 in HannahW

eyes blue, like the raging sea
further out, the darker they will be
their passion, their love, their child-like features
give it all to me, but only in small doses
gradually increase, but never overdo it
give me enough, but never too little
swallow me whole, put me through your shallows
then drown me in defeat, like your lovesick child

What She Expects

Posted: May 30, 2014 by haleykw2015 in HaleyW

She wants me to be

Just like everyone else

To take up the habits every one else has

All the other women in my family are identical

So why wouldn’t I act just like them

But maybe she doesn’t really want that

Maybe she just expects it


I couldn’t dye my hair

Any different way

Or shop at any different place

Or bring home straight A’s

She will always think the same


Individually is dead, I guess

Birds of a feather

Flock together

And there I stand on two feet

With two hands

And one single mind that

Only works for me.


Posted: May 30, 2014 by skylar1314 in SkylarP

Cry. Go on.

Let it out.

Drown out the splatter of tears

falling like rain

onto your shirt and sheets.

Get every last drop out of your eyes;

wash them, so they can see again.

Then listen to the silence,

the soft thump-thump-thumping of your heart.

It’s ready to get back out there.

So, wipe those tears,

and expect more soon.

That’s just the way life is.

My parents always wanted.

Posted: May 30, 2014 by shelbeebalentine in ShelbeeB

A craving I couldn’t feed.

More for me than they had received.

But they knew they were loved,

I guess their mind wasn’t able to wrap itself around that.

They never knew that I needed nothing but them.

I wanted to know that they were okay.

And that for once my love was enough,

that is what my body ached for.


But like the tide they come and go; unable to stay with me for long.

And I just watch.

As the deep dark ocean just swallows them.

I am numb to the pain, not really able to let people in.


My parents always wanted what I thought I was.

the pain of being alone has now turned to strive.

I used to lay awake.

with the burden that I wasn’t enough.

but that is it past now.

are you happy now, now that you can’t make me cry?