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whenvesselruled

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You can call me Gray. I am a junior in high school. I absolutely love writing, and couldn't imagine a life without it. I'm a Lord of the Rings nerd, music lover, and poetry enthusiast. I use writing as an outlet to counter my anxiety.

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new school

PROMPT: Solastalgia

they say that concrete walls and locker rooms are not natural;
beings of man, raised up on metal cranes and wooden beams.
but i know that my school breathes: in, out. in, out. in, out.
it is a thousand climates. lights hang from the ceiling like stars.
i climb the stairs to my class like i climb a mountain.
people laugh and it is sun, people cry and it is rain.
new teachers, sick teachers, assemblies: climate change.
i walk...

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loving music

PROMPT: Love in 13 Words

concert: singing so loud you can't speak, lights so bright you can't see

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Handheld Worlds

FREE WRITING

I scroll through a thousand posts-
they all read the same; "drink water,
take your medication, its okay if you are sad-"
my eyes look down paragraphs upon paragraphs,
wondering when these things will come true, springing
to life on wings of reality. I see comments of 
"you'll be okay" because reassurance is traded
like currency on blinking screens.
everyone believes that their life support is attached to
battery percentages. storage amounts. media updates. 
"it is true love," people whisper...

19 days ago

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Pillars

FREE WRITING

The sun glinted golden over the ivory statues surrounding us. I looked around the diner, taking in everything that could be seen. On my plate, greasy greek fast food. Around me, pillars made of plastic and astonishingly naked statues. This strange place was a pit stop on the journey me and my friend were making across the state. As we stopped at a gas station, we looked across the street to see this place. Cora’s Diner read the sign above...

19 days ago

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Green Electricity

PROMPT: Intersection

Every day at 9:59,
I turn around and look outside.
Through the window of the classroom,
Covered in math posters, two stories high.
My eyes do not follow the cars below,
Nor the concrete walls as white as snow.
No, I look to the building far outside,
And marvel at the things that grow. 
Tendrils of green vines, reaching so far,
Climbing always, towards the stars.
Each single leaf unique and alive,
Covering the cracked world's broken scars.
The vines...

19 days ago

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Vessel by Twenty One Pilots

PROMPT: Album Review Competition 2018

    It seems we live in a world of repetition. Everything from song titles to the lyrics within the music seem overplayed and inauthentic. Every song touches on topics that have lost their shock value from overuse. In addition, genres have also imprisoned these already repetitive displays with the weight of stereotype. Hip-hop is abject to guitar, rock-and-roll won’t even glance at a ukulele, and rap won’t consider piano. Music becomes gray with familiarity, and it takes a certain type of...

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Published Work

Solastalgia

new school

they say that concrete walls and locker rooms are not natural;
beings of man, raised up on metal cranes and wooden beams.
but i know that my school breathes: in, out. in, out. in, out.
it is a thousand climates. lights hang from the ceiling like stars.
i climb the stairs to my class like i climb a mountain.
people laugh and it is sun, people cry and it is rain.
new teachers, sick teachers, assemblies: climate change.
i walk hallways like i walk forest trails.
people tower beside me: giants. sequoias. jaguars.
strange and wonderful creatures. some snarl. some smile.
but then change.
i am leaving.
i exit.
goodbye.
hello.
breathing again.
seeing the forest open up in front of me.
i have to find where every cave is. i have to feel the sun.
the creatures here are different. more adapted.
i walk the hallways again, and marvel at the things that change;
posters change. paint colors change....

Love in 13 Words

loving music

concert: singing so loud you can't speak, lights so bright you can't see

Handheld Worlds

I scroll through a thousand posts-
they all read the same; "drink water,
take your medication, its okay if you are sad-"
my eyes look down paragraphs upon paragraphs,
wondering when these things will come true, springing
to life on wings of reality. I see comments of 
"you'll be okay" because reassurance is traded
like currency on blinking screens.
everyone believes that their life support is attached to
battery percentages. storage amounts. media updates. 
"it is true love," people whisper to letters on
colorful backdrops. "my best friend" people cry,
dragging fingers across profile pictures.
"social media is my home," say usernames, as if 
you can crawl into pixels and gigabytes to be safe.
"sorry for not being online," sigh long-winded descriptions 
that have something to do with busy lives or mental health or 
the inability to find inspiration to share with strangers, as if 
they must apologize. as if media is reality they have
neglected, or people that they...

Pillars

The sun glinted golden over the ivory statues surrounding us. I looked around the diner, taking in everything that could be seen. On my plate, greasy greek fast food. Around me, pillars made of plastic and astonishingly naked statues. This strange place was a pit stop on the journey me and my friend were making across the state. As we stopped at a gas station, we looked across the street to see this place. Cora’s Diner read the sign above the grimey glass door that marked the entrance to the building. The base of the diner’s plaster-white walls was dark with mildew, and a leaky spigot dripped annoyingly beside the hose. But I was hungry, and he was hungry, and we both needed something interesting to jolt our minds back awake.

So we entered the strangest diner we had ever seen; it was fully of greasy greek food, and the white plaster shapes of knockoff statues. I couldn’t tell if...

Intersection

Green Electricity

Every day at 9:59,
I turn around and look outside.
Through the window of the classroom,
Covered in math posters, two stories high.
My eyes do not follow the cars below,
Nor the concrete walls as white as snow.
No, I look to the building far outside,
And marvel at the things that grow. 
Tendrils of green vines, reaching so far,
Climbing always, towards the stars.
Each single leaf unique and alive,
Covering the cracked world's broken scars.
The vines and climbers slowly creep,
Splaying like electricity on the walls so steep,
Flowers hang on tender threads,
Pink-silver petals that will never sleep.
 

Album Review Competition 2018

Vessel by Twenty One Pilots

    It seems we live in a world of repetition. Everything from song titles to the lyrics within the music seem overplayed and inauthentic. Every song touches on topics that have lost their shock value from overuse. In addition, genres have also imprisoned these already repetitive displays with the weight of stereotype. Hip-hop is abject to guitar, rock-and-roll won’t even glance at a ukulele, and rap won’t consider piano. Music becomes gray with familiarity, and it takes a certain type of talent to color it original. Twenty One Pilots is made up of two people who possess such talent.

    Tyler Joseph, lead singer of Twenty One Pilots, has struggled with heaviness for a very long time. He admits to often finding himself unable to stop thinking about the bigger questions in life, such as the idea of purpose, and how to handle the evil he sees going on around him. These thoughts lead to insecurity and fear: something he drives away...

Album Review Competition 2018

Vessel by Twenty One Pilots

It seems we live in a world of repetition. Everything from song titles to the lyrics within the music seem overplayed and inauthentic. Every song touches on topics that have lost their shock value from overuse. In addition, genres have also imprisoned these already repetitive displays with the weight of stereotype. Hip-hop is abject to guitar, rock-and-roll won’t even glance at a ukulele, and rap won’t consider piano. Music becomes gray with familiarity, and it takes a certain type of talent to color it original. Twenty One Pilots is made up of two people who possess such talent.

Tyler Joseph, lead singer of Twenty One Pilots, has struggled with heaviness for a very long time. He admits to often finding himself unable to stop thinking about the bigger questions in life, such as the idea of purpose, and how to handle the evil he sees going on around him. These thoughts lead to insecurity and fear: something he drives away...

Pillars

The sun glinted golden over the ivory statues surrounding us. I looked around the diner, taking in everything that could be seen. On my plate, greasy greek fast food. Around me, pillars made of plastic and astonishingly naked statues. This strange place was a pit stop on the journey me and my friend were making across the state. As we stopped at a gas station, we looked across the street to see this place. Cora’s Diner read the sign above the grimey glass door that marked the entrance to the building. The base of the diner’s plaster-white walls was dark with mildew, and a leaky spigot dripped annoyingly beside the hose. But I was hungry, and he was hungry, and we both needed something interesting to jolt our minds back awake.

So we entered the strangest diner we had ever seen; it was fully of greasy greek food, and the white plaster shapes of knockoff statues. I couldn’t tell if...

The Incredible Shrinking Girl

"The Incredible Shrinking Girl," reads the sign around my neck. It is my title and my truth; I am the Incredible Shrinking Girl. Although I stand 6 foot 1 inch, I have the freakish ability to shrink smaller and smaller until it seems there is nothing left of me. All I need is staring eyes or a laughing voice, and I am smaller than anyone could have thought possible. As I walk around people, I often find myself exercising this skill, shriveling into a cold figure within my frame, the only moving thing being my heart. 

Today I am on the streets. I sit with my back against a cold, wet wall, shivering inside my coat. The sign hangs heavily on my neck. I'm hoping someone will stop to look at the Incredible Shrinking Girl. Maybe pick me up and throw me into a freak show, so at least I can make some money for my strangeness. I avoid eye...

Handheld Worlds

I scroll through a thousand posts-
they all read the same; "drink water,
take your medication, its okay if you're sad-"
my eyes look down paragraphs upon paragraphs,
wondering when these things will come true, springing
to life on wings of reality. I see comments of 
"you'll be okay" because reassurance is traded
like currency on blinking screens.
everyone believes that their life support is attached to
battery percentages. storage amounts. media updates. 
"it is true love," people whisper to letters on
colorful backdrops. "my best friend" people cry,
dragging fingers across profile pictures.
"social media is my home," say usernames, as if 
you can crawl into pixels and gigabytes to be safe.
"sorry for not being online," sigh long-winded descriptions 
that have something to do with busy lives or mental health or 
the inability to find inspiration to share with strangers, as if 
they must apologize. as if media is reality they have
neglected, or people that they have...

Heavydirtysoul


The first time I cried was also the first time I crashed a car.

I don’t remember the night like it was yesterday, or this morning. I remember it like it’s still happening. It is, in a way. In my head the screeching tires still play out loud, over and over and over again. Both liberating and terrifying. Both loud and gentle. It’s a recurring dream that happens when I am wide awake. A dangerous spiral in my mind.

My thoughts always begin the same way. I’m facing the street at night again. The street lights bounce off the wet pavement and reflect in my broken-glass eyes. Tattoos line my arms, creeping up over my veins and muscles. My hair is shaded over my face, and I’m breathing hard.

When it had first happened, I’d paused for less than a second on the side of the road before rushing out into the street. In my memory it seems to take...

On the Last Day of the World

The Attraction of Destruction

Even if the earth was tore asunder,
I'd stand and watch the destruction with awed wonder.

Ten Words to You

California

Christmas lights parallel to fire warnings, summer heat during December.

Fernweh

Domupax

Domupax
DOMe-yu-pAHx/
adjective

1.
the unmistakable feeling of being at home after a long or tiresome journey or adventure.
"he rested his head for the first time since he had started out so long ago; a feeling of domupax lulled him to sleep"

2. feeling at home in a place that is not familiar
"the new school was strange and new, but she felt a strong sense of domupax as she walked the halls."

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"The stars were sprinkled across the sky like salt. The night was cold and dark, pressing against the windows of the home. Everything outside was bitter, but within the house golden light flooded the room. The footsteps of the hero were muffled in the dirt he walked on. Tattered clothes were wrapped tight around his shoulders to ward off the coldness. He could see the windows of the home warm with light, but exhaustion pulled at his...

A Moment

The camera jolted against my chest as I flung open the car door, barely missing the gray highway barrier. I leaped from my seat, escaping from the crowded vehicle into the afternoon air. Cars roared past us on either side, speeding down the freeway. Bits of gravel spun under their tires and were sent skittering over the blacktop.

My best friend finally got out of the car too, her hands still clasping the journal she had been writing in moments earlier. Her gray sweatshirt was caught up in the wind that whispered over the highway bridge we stood on. Her amber-autumn hair was tossed in flurries around her head. Sunlight glinted in her eyes. We both laughed out loud over the din of the passing traffic.

I brushed my hair from my face. For the first time in a long time, I felt as though I could see and think clearly. My head was nearly empty, except for the last...

Another Planet

I sat on the bench and felt the winds of time toy with my hair.

The wooden structure I sat upon was comfortable but worn. Knots swirled like whirlpools on its surface, splinters growing lushly by their sides. The color of the bench had faded with time and the soft rain that often came to this place. My hand rested on the seat, and I could feel the history of every notch and knoll breathing under the surface.

Before me stretched a corridor of trees. Their purple leaves and olive-green bark stood like silent giants. Whispers carried from their branches to one another, born on the breath of the wind. The path that wound through the gigantic plants was of smooth river stones, each one pulsing with faint veins of precious light. Gold stretched long fingers through the rocks. Silver ran over the surface. Purple glowed from the hues of the ground. There were precious metals here, but I desired...

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Green Electricity

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Another Planet

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Domupax

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Breathe

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California

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