Greek god Apollo
Of archery and healing
Poetry and songs
His sun chariot
Shines flaming with rays of light
Ignites the blue sky
The god's golden lyre
Ethereal melodies
Sound as each string's plucked
His arrow flies true
Shot straight from the golden bow
Apollo doesn't miss
His wise Oracle
Sits on the seat at Delphi
Giving good counsel
His loyal children
Blessed with sight and healing gifts
Bring him much honor
The Greek marble gleams
As sculptors try to capture
The god Apollo
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
I slump into an armchair
Feet drooping down
And sprawl onto the carpet
Watch the dust float around
I have no place to go
Nothing to do
No faces to see
Nothing is new
Boredom is as human does
Sun wearily crosses the sky above
I'm stuck with a fly and a ticking clock
Too leaden to move, much less to walk
And even the aforementioned dust
Has more to do than I.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC
The smallest achievement or success
Is enormous in my eyes;
"Fame" and "fortune" and "world renown"
Compose my coveted prize.
But I am young and still naive
And quick to seek applause;
I lack polish and experience
And am prideful without cause.
It will take years to hone
The words formed in my brain.
As I whet my pen I must remember
That without prudence, there is no gain.
So as I write this weary road,
I must proceed with care,
And if I am wise, I might reach the end
And find my glory there.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
When I was fourteen I found a dog.
Once, she brightened my day.
A long time ago she played at my feet,
But now she's gone away.
With her floppy ears and her fluffy tail
That would wag as she gave me a kiss,
With all of the love she gave freely to me,
She will be sorely missed.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC
All the late nights are going to my head;
I study and study 'til I could drop dead.
(The whole time I long for my soft, cozy bed.)
Maybe I've thought this too many times over,
But being in high school is SUCH A DARNED BOTHER!
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
The sun rises red, full of hope
But at the dusky end of the day,
I have nothing to show for my struggle
But frustration,
Discontent,
And a keen sense of failure.
(And the photo of a face
That existed years ago.)
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC
Memories are like a rainbow,
Produced and perceived in a multitude of ways.
The best ones appear after a strong, scarring storm.
They fill your sky for overwhelming, tantalizing moments;
Arc across your vision with color so potent
No matter how you've become old and worn.
They gently appear or suddenly blaze
And fade as fast as they arrive.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 3:46 AM UTC
As I trudged home from school one day
A sweet sight met my eyes.
Amidst the dreary clouds of gray
Flew millions
Of butterflies.
On painted, colored wings they fluttered
Delicately, all about,
And even a heart as hard as mine couldn’t have shuttered
Their bright joy
Out.
They frolicked gaily in the breeze
As my wonder-filled eyes watched from below.
Then like a dancing flower from the trees,
One landed softly
On my nose.
Its jewelled eyes gazed into mine
And peered deep into my soul,
And it shook its head sadly when it did find
An empty, aching, armored
Hole.
Its soft wings brushed against my cheek
As glistening water fell down my face.
It gave me a kiss, sweet and meek,
And with its fellows
Flew away.
Now, after heartbreak that pierced me so,
The butterflies’ kind gift remains.
For they opened a door inside my soul
And let me learn
To love again.
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 5:35 AM UTC