how does one do this?
what can I say?
how do I explain?
when the clouds gather it feels like home.
when the sun sets and catches in the leaves and waits for me.
when the rain falls as loud as a drum line.
the crimson and blood red and orange as bright as a rising sky.
a yellow sun in the dark blue sky.
then I think again of green,
bright green in every corner when it is time. ...

    The first time I heard his name was when my father came home one day when I was only eight years old. "Omar," he began, "you will not believe what happened today!"
    I immediately sat down on the ground, eager to hear a good story. "What is it, Father?"
    My father grinned. "Well, you know those boys I have been talkin to you about? Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah?"
    I nodded. "Yes,...

His footsteps echoed astronomically as he slowly walked across the glass floor. All he could see was his hands. They wouldn’t allow him to look any further. In order to make the most of limited time, he walked only a little faster but was still cautious of oncoming obstacles. His mother hated the idea of any of her children holding a gun, but as long as it wasn’t real, it didn’t count. His mother didn’t agree with that, but it’s...

Name: Hollis Raine
Age: 17
Pronouns: she/her
Status: "Got cheated on, newly single (ex newly beat up)"
Home town: Austin, TX; moved when her parents got divorced.

Her backpack isn't empty, though not much is in there. The front pocket contains a pair of earbuds hastily wrapped around a phone. The phone itself is pristine; she can't afford to break it. There's a battered and forgotten copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in the depths of the pain compartment. A...

rose
no one realizes how much the rose can hurt until her blade sinks in. crimson is her favorite color; so she covers her well-concealed thorns with it. she'll wear cocktail dresses and hide daggers in the sleeves of her cardigan. she'll brandish her petals coyly and stride about in stilettos. "im beautiful and flourishing," she'll murmur quietly, with a small smirk, "but while they're admiring my petals, they've forgotten all about my thorns."

chrysanthemum
sugar-sweet but has monsters within....

THIS IS A COLLECTION OF POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE


 XVI. the sky bleeds crimson,
the moon - she has abandoned us.
it is clear this is no longer fun
for there are no longer any stars to be seen.

So, what did you think when you read that. Even if it was the most unintelligible scen that flashed across your mind, I'd like to know.

Windows are pretty nifty
They let you see the world
While you're sheltered
But are you really seeing the world
If you're being sheltered?

My darling, of course you are!
The world is seen through protective lense,
So that we can forget our thoughts again.
And sit back safe and sound

Having windows in my eyes sounds painful
While protection seems ploomy
Forgetting our thoughts sets it so we can't gain full
Knowledge of our selves or the world below...

stars fill your eyes
colors bursting in like paint splatters
when the sky cracks in two
and you reach out for the world
with open eager arms
for the first time seeing
the first time
you see
the sky

I want to know all of you
because all I yet know,
I love.

 
i. You've Been Cordially Invited 
your finger almost slips from the ecstasy in your heart 
the invitation glowing brightly before flying off 
into the winds of time, where you follow it 
intrigued and excited, a feeling you haven't 
felt in quite some time, and you smile 
because once more you feel your innocent youth 
coming back, as if adulthood hasn't murdered 
the child within you just yet 

ii. Escape to Neverland
pinpricks of excitement and nervousness edge 
at the...

how does one do this?
what can I say?
how do I explain?
when the clouds gather it feels like home.
when the sun sets and catches in the leaves and waits for me.
when the rain falls as loud as a drum line.
the crimson and blood red and orange as bright as a rising sky.
a yellow sun in the dark blue sky.
then I think again of green,
bright green in every corner when it is time. ...

    The first time I heard his name was when my father came home one day when I was only eight years old. "Omar," he began, "you will not believe what happened today!"
    I immediately sat down on the ground, eager to hear a good story. "What is it, Father?"
    My father grinned. "Well, you know those boys I have been talkin to you about? Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah?"
    I nodded. "Yes,...

Name: Hollis Raine
Age: 17
Pronouns: she/her
Status: "Got cheated on, newly single (ex newly beat up)"
Home town: Austin, TX; moved when her parents got divorced.

Her backpack isn't empty, though not much is in there. The front pocket contains a pair of earbuds hastily wrapped around a phone. The phone itself is pristine; she can't afford to break it. There's a battered and forgotten copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in the depths of the pain compartment. A...

rose
no one realizes how much the rose can hurt until her blade sinks in. crimson is her favorite color; so she covers her well-concealed thorns with it. she'll wear cocktail dresses and hide daggers in the sleeves of her cardigan. she'll brandish her petals coyly and stride about in stilettos. "im beautiful and flourishing," she'll murmur quietly, with a small smirk, "but while they're admiring my petals, they've forgotten all about my thorns."

chrysanthemum
sugar-sweet but has monsters within....

Windows are pretty nifty
They let you see the world
While you're sheltered
But are you really seeing the world
If you're being sheltered?

My darling, of course you are!
The world is seen through protective lense,
So that we can forget our thoughts again.
And sit back safe and sound

Having windows in my eyes sounds painful
While protection seems ploomy
Forgetting our thoughts sets it so we can't gain full
Knowledge of our selves or the world below...

stars fill your eyes
colors bursting in like paint splatters
when the sky cracks in two
and you reach out for the world
with open eager arms
for the first time seeing
the first time
you see
the sky

I want to know all of you
because all I yet know,
I love.

 
i. You've Been Cordially Invited 
your finger almost slips from the ecstasy in your heart 
the invitation glowing brightly before flying off 
into the winds of time, where you follow it 
intrigued and excited, a feeling you haven't 
felt in quite some time, and you smile 
because once more you feel your innocent youth 
coming back, as if adulthood hasn't murdered 
the child within you just yet 

ii. Escape to Neverland
pinpricks of excitement and nervousness edge 
at the...

daphne, my love,
your tresses are are warm and green;
the sunlight hits your
beautiful, beautiful face;
you stand in the bright glow of spring.

daphne, my love,
your hair shines long and bright;
dappled shadows dancing by your 
long, long legs and 
your feet reach into the earth.

daphne, my ;love,
your silhouette against the stars;
little faraway worlds where
hopeless, hopeless beings fall in love
underneath a warm sun in the spring.

daphne, my love,
you are the...

Rain is falling
                falling
                    falling
                        Ichor from the sky

River is flowing
                flowing
                    flowing
                        Taking home those who die

It's taking him away from her
Because he fought for her life
But without him, the world appears so black and white
And all because of one thief in the night
Tears run down her face,
echoing the bleeding sky
She watches him from her place,
knowing he shouldn't have had to die.

It took one thief, one well placed blow ...