your forests are my second homeland. I spend
long weekends walking along twisting trails,
waking to clear mornings dripping with dew,
finding striped salamanders between boulders.
when it rains it pours
down my sweaty face, an all-natural cleansing.
the rushing rivers feel like forgiveness. I dream
of spending months in your embrace, wandering
among the spindly trees and ridges sculpted into
thin peaks and spires that rise into the clouds.
I’ll walk to the melodic beat of your heart,
a...

Hi, My name Is Summer Ann! 

I live in the United States and I'm 14.

My favorite style of writing is poetry, and realistic fiction. I dream of being an author one day and I would like some real feedback. (Not just parents and teachers who say its amazing so they don't hurt your feelings.)

My favorite book is Where the Red Fern Grows and I love writing anything based on nature, and adventure.

I hope this group will give...

the epoch arrives
where we kill what
speaks for the trees. 
even as their 
leaves fall
ashes to ashes 
They resemble the snake 
fabled to swallow our sun
 
bring out your dead!
On collapsed horizons, of doomsdays
where 
four horsemen walk on a well-worn road to 
Oblivion
Eying a dead world 
Where only rock remains.
 
But remember how we dared disturb the universe?
time and space and relativity stand infinite and counting
but so were we on your...

Yesterday,
we were in isolation.
Today.
we are in solitude.
As the days start to pass, 
one could hope,
Someday,
as the dense clouds fade out into the bright blue sky,
the birds chirp and sing to serenade,
when mother nature is picturesque once again,
the sun will start to shine brightly,
and we will step out
into the world
renewed


 

Hi, guys! I read about this super cool collaborative poetry challenge that I just had to share! With us all social distancing, I thought that something that we could all work on would be super fun! Renga is a form of poetry that is made up of many stanzas. Each stanza alternates between being haiku and couplet. The couplets don't need to rhyme. So, if I start with a haiku, someone would add on a couplet and the next person...

~Artist~
I met an artist
A curious creature
He gave me hope
Gave me a picture
He painted
The walls of my mind
Such an inspiration
One of a kind
This stranger of the hour
I was vulnerable to
Gave me the power
To do what I love to do
Ive been searching 
For the motivation
Who knew that it could be found
In a dinner conversation

    Dreams to live in the big city, dreams to live in a mansion, dreams to be famous, dreams to be rich. Dreams surround us, everyone has one. "What is your dream?" they ask, I reply "I do not know." But I do. I want to live in a sea side cottage on the Atlantic ocean, I want to own ranch on the great plains, I want a cozy cottage home in the north woods. I want to be...

Are you afraid of the person
    in the mirror? The one who
manages to look better than you
    when you're at your best?
The one who can charm the socks
    off anyone they meet? Well, I
have something to tell you that
    might just brighten your day.

The person in the mirror is as
    afraid of you as you are
of them, and who wouldn't be?

You are a stunning...

Me.

What is “me”? Who am I?
I don’t know anymore; I’ve lost myself.

It’s night now; the pale yellow moon shines stark against the heavy dark sky.
I sit at my desk, staring at the wall. My lamplight glares down at my evolution review sheet.
It’s open in front of me- I have a test tomorrow- I should be studying, but…
My mind feels empty. I’m hollow- like I have been carved out.

What’s missing from myself? 
I’ve...

isn't it magical that
we have the power to 
take something of 
baseline complexity
and elevate it into something
wonderful?
nails, wood, bricks, and mortar
become a shelter in which
people can live,
laugh, 
love.
a simple skein of yarn
becomes a blanket 
of love to swaddle
an infant, 
caress a child in distress.
a pen to paper can create
an entire world, in which
imagination runs rampant.
how amazing is it
that in our creative minds,
we can piece...

your forests are my second homeland. I spend
long weekends walking along twisting trails,
waking to clear mornings dripping with dew,
finding striped salamanders between boulders.
when it rains it pours
down my sweaty face, an all-natural cleansing.
the rushing rivers feel like forgiveness. I dream
of spending months in your embrace, wandering
among the spindly trees and ridges sculpted into
thin peaks and spires that rise into the clouds.
I’ll walk to the melodic beat of your heart,
a...

Hi, My name Is Summer Ann! 

I live in the United States and I'm 14.

My favorite style of writing is poetry, and realistic fiction. I dream of being an author one day and I would like some real feedback. (Not just parents and teachers who say its amazing so they don't hurt your feelings.)

My favorite book is Where the Red Fern Grows and I love writing anything based on nature, and adventure.

I hope this group will give...

the epoch arrives
where we kill what
speaks for the trees. 
even as their 
leaves fall
ashes to ashes 
They resemble the snake 
fabled to swallow our sun
 
bring out your dead!
On collapsed horizons, of doomsdays
where 
four horsemen walk on a well-worn road to 
Oblivion
Eying a dead world 
Where only rock remains.
 
But remember how we dared disturb the universe?
time and space and relativity stand infinite and counting
but so were we on your...

Yesterday,
we were in isolation.
Today.
we are in solitude.
As the days start to pass, 
one could hope,
Someday,
as the dense clouds fade out into the bright blue sky,
the birds chirp and sing to serenade,
when mother nature is picturesque once again,
the sun will start to shine brightly,
and we will step out
into the world
renewed


 

Hi, guys! I read about this super cool collaborative poetry challenge that I just had to share! With us all social distancing, I thought that something that we could all work on would be super fun! Renga is a form of poetry that is made up of many stanzas. Each stanza alternates between being haiku and couplet. The couplets don't need to rhyme. So, if I start with a haiku, someone would add on a couplet and the next person...

~Artist~
I met an artist
A curious creature
He gave me hope
Gave me a picture
He painted
The walls of my mind
Such an inspiration
One of a kind
This stranger of the hour
I was vulnerable to
Gave me the power
To do what I love to do
Ive been searching 
For the motivation
Who knew that it could be found
In a dinner conversation

    Dreams to live in the big city, dreams to live in a mansion, dreams to be famous, dreams to be rich. Dreams surround us, everyone has one. "What is your dream?" they ask, I reply "I do not know." But I do. I want to live in a sea side cottage on the Atlantic ocean, I want to own ranch on the great plains, I want a cozy cottage home in the north woods. I want to be...

Are you afraid of the person
    in the mirror? The one who
manages to look better than you
    when you're at your best?
The one who can charm the socks
    off anyone they meet? Well, I
have something to tell you that
    might just brighten your day.

The person in the mirror is as
    afraid of you as you are
of them, and who wouldn't be?

You are a stunning...

isn't it magical that
we have the power to 
take something of 
baseline complexity
and elevate it into something
wonderful?
nails, wood, bricks, and mortar
become a shelter in which
people can live,
laugh, 
love.
a simple skein of yarn
becomes a blanket 
of love to swaddle
an infant, 
caress a child in distress.
a pen to paper can create
an entire world, in which
imagination runs rampant.
how amazing is it
that in our creative minds,
we can piece...

Quick disclaimer: Everyone in this story were friends then and now, and continue to be to this day. 


     It was a blustery April afternoon at the school playground. The two football teams finishing a close game. The teams clashed as the ball was thrown deep, going back, going back, suddenly a player, all 4’ 6” of him, comes out of nowhere and crushes the receiver. Tensions that have been flaring all game boil over. I’m running towards my friend...