Archive for April, 2017

Hope

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

you stand there

in the open door way

watching as the smiling faces pass through

No hesitation

Or fear

But you?

No

you stand there

Paralyzed by your own Fears

Your. IRRATIONAL. Fears.

Get over them!

The bond that once held you together has been slowly depleting for a while now.

But you refuse to accept it.

JUST ACCEPT IT!

The thought of not succeeding creeps into your mind.

The thought of being The First.

but not.

It overwhelms you.

One Shot.

that’s all you get.

You realize

What’s the point in even trying?

It will Always end the same.

With you

Spiraling down that dark, empty tunnel

All over again.

I waited……..

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM, Uncategorized

I waited for a call

a message

a letter

a sign

I waited for you for a long time

I waited and waited

until the guessing game got old

I waited until I could wait no more

Paint

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM, Uncategorized

sometimes I paint

my brush glides across the canvas

it leaves some beautiful smears of color

my mind focus on my worries

the outcome on my canvas

far from a master piece

to me, it is beautiful

the colors I choose

the picture I paint

all of the things that I worry about are all over the canvas

sometimes I paint

so I can breathe

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

Where is my heart?

The answer is….

I don’t know.

But I can tell you where it’s not.

My heart isn’t in it to win it.

My heart isn’t focused on greed.

My heart isn’t in medicine

Or law.

My heart isn’t where it should be.

But that’s only because where it should be..

Isn’t where it wants to be.

So what does one do when their mind is in the middle of a civil war?

Left vs right.

Creative vs analytical.

Which side do you choose?

I don’t know.

And neither does my heart.

 

A Recipe for an Asthmatic

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM

Ingredients

1 pig-tailed little girl
1 cup of asthma
2 loving parents
1 scared older sister
½ cup of tears
¾ cup of fear
¼ cup of sass
2 cups of doctors
¼ cup of cables hooked to a loud machine
½ tablespoon radiation poisoning
2 tablespoons of inhalers
4 cups of medication

Directions
1. Take one pig-tailed little girl, remove packaging and place in pan. Toss in 1 cup of asthma and let marinate.
2. Stir in 2 loving parents and 1 scared older sister
3. In a separate bowl, mix together ½ cup tears, ¾ cup fear and ¼ cup sass. Blend until one solid light purple color.
4. Walk to a sterile room and combine 2 cups doctors, ¼ cup of cables hooked to a loud machine, and ½ tablespoon radiation poisoning
5. Take back to original room and combine all three bowls.
6. Bake for 17 years. Ice with 2 tablespoons inhalers and 4 cups medication.
Best served to a family of 4.

She left

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM

she left without saying goodbye

she left without a sorrow

she left without apologizing for taking my happiness with her

she left to start trouble

she left because she said friendships like ours were useless

Judgement’s Failure

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

Stop

Don’t go any further.

He will get you with his cold bony fingers.

He grabs you.

Pulling you deep into the abyss.

A train whistle sounds.

But you missed it.

Horses hooves pound against the concrete.

Unrecognizable faces pass by.

Energy surges through you.

Bricks crumble

And an icy wind freezes your soul.

Rain blocks your vision.

Cries of agony fill your ears.

Whips thrash behind your head.

Low grumbles erupt.

Sourcing heat suffocates you.

Scales wrap around you.

An finally.

Freezing cold cools you.

The pain seeps away.

And numbness takes over.

Why do the worst crimes receive the least punishment?

I hold no demons

Posted: April 21, 2017 by ashmollett in 2017, AshleyM

I hold no demons

I hold no lies

I choose to push all of those feelings outside

I choose forgiveness

I hold the good times

I let go of the bad

I hold love close to my heart

I am careful to never let it wonder

if it goes, it may never come back

I am…

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tabbycollins in TabithaC, Uncategorized

I am undecided and afraid.

I wonder about the person I’ll become.

I hear the advice of my parents, my friends and my teachers,

     but it just doesn’t make sense.

I see an open book waiting for the last chapter to be written.

I want to help those who need it in an nontraditional way.

I am undecided and afraid.

 

I pretend I know what my future holds,

     but inside, I know that I don’t.

I feel the pressure of life far too soon.

I touch the truth but flinch when it reaches for me.

I cry in frustration of my naive nature.

I am undecided and afraid.

 

I understand that life presents us with challenges.

I say that I can do anything, but I struggle to try.

I dream that one day I’ll make anyone proud.

I try to make the best of a horrible situation.

I hope that I can accomplish what society expects me to.

I am undecided and a victim of society’s wrath. 

Stood a Raven

Posted: April 21, 2017 by phoebed1 in PhoebeD

Black as the night to come,

streaked with shining stars.

Talons like razors,

stiff and blood stained.

A shriek piercing the thin air,

a sound like howling wind.

 

Stood a raven,

staring into the rigid space beyond time

Symbolic for fear

evil

death.

Stood a raven,

fiercely positioned to scare.

 

Sleek, black tail

like the cat’s fur coat.

Strong, intimidating beak,

a knife in the making.

 

Stood a raven,

haunting dreams  of the religious.

Symbolic for the night

cold

dead.

Stood a raven.

 

Winter Trees

Posted: April 21, 2017 by spowers23 in SeanP

Winter Trees
by: Sean Powers

Trees are blanketed with snow
without leaves and pine trees
are the same.

Leaves will disappear in the
snow, but they’ll be back until
next season.

When its Fall, the leaves change
colors. Beautiful colors.

Winter is cold, but the pine trees
will look nicer in the snow.

When I Was Young In North Carolina

Posted: April 21, 2017 by tylerc30 in 2017, TylerC

When I Was Young In North Carolina I lived there for four years and my mom always took me to the go cart track.

When I Was Young In North Carolina Me and my Brother Brandon as always mean to each other. One time he had a big thing of Huba-Buba gum and threw it and it landed right on top of my head. Then he had a sucker and he was outside and I was in and he stuck it to the door and I tried to lick it but we where young so we didn’t know.

When I Was Young In North Carolina when I was 5 we moved to West Virginia and got a house and two dogs. We are still staying there till this day 4/21/17 and I am 16. My brother moved here to he has a house and two dogs to. And the was When I Was Young In North Carolina.

The Boy…

Posted: April 21, 2017 by dconley369 in DestinyC

As we ran down the field

dribbling the soccer ball to each other,

I noticed everything about

him.

His sandy blonde hair, the way he smiles, how his baby blue eyes

light up with excitement.

I couldn’t help it, but fall madly in love with him.

There is not a single flaw I see. He’s perfect in every weird,

quirky, and goofy way.

He yelled my name, breaking my train of thought.

We tumbled onto the ground.

As we lay there tangled together

I can’t help but think

He’s the one…

Not Like Me

Posted: April 21, 2017 by mfraley92 in MadisonF, Uncategorized

I want to dance

In the rain.

But instead I

Watch.

 

I’m a person that no one

Loves.

 

She loves and gets love

From everyone.

She’s not like me.

 

She’s a girl with a heart.

With everything

Everyone wants.

Not like me.

 

I’m ready to start.

She has already crossed the

Finish line.

 

I’m loved by

Myself.

 

Watch me dance

In the rain

Alone.

 

She’s not like me.

Winter

Posted: April 21, 2017 by shawntezm31 in ShawntezM
                                                                                                             Winter

A cold night crosses our path
as winter is going past
short days of fun snow games

The sled is filled with hay|
we sit in it like a sleigh
we sigh at the of the day

Because winter is on its way (more…)