katie-joiner
American
I'm sixteen, and live in the American South. I love to read and write, constantly. Poetry is like a dream to me, and creative fiction is an all-the-time-outlet. I know I'm not close to being perfect, so I love creative criticism and try to absorb other's ideas, and I try to critiqe others work too. My critiques are completely opinion-based. Other than several summer programs and straight As in English, I have no formal training; I just want to help people grow in their writing! / / Enjoy!
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fear carefully.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 6:24 PM UTC
It came slowly
Like a languid
Dallying summer breeze
So that the world felt no less sweet
When the wind slipped over.
And like it came it went
Into the scorching heat of summer
Into the peril of fall
And finally into the tragedy that is
Winter
But it left so slowly that the seasons
Blended into one another
And later it could not be told where it
Was summer or winter in which
It happened
It was more that almost
Fall and almost winter and almost spring
Were just interchangeable place marks
On the grueling,
Slow road of loss
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
We are all so scared.
We are all swallowed by the
immensity.
We are all standing on top of the world
and screaming at the stars
and we are all weeping.
We are all condensed into smallness.
We are all playing at mime-in-a-box,
trapped by air that we made.
We are all incomplete.
We are all glass, scattered with rain
so far away from houses and their
windows. We are all
sleepy. We all long to
lie our heads down on that pillow,
the pink one from home.
We all long to dream. We all dream,
and it scares us.
We are all ultimate. We are all curled
up in the position of
the womb and we
can touch the earth and heaven,
hell. And our sleep which is not sleep
is nightmares.
We all awake but we were always awake;
We all stand on the moon and scream at the stars.
We all pretend we are closer closer.
We all warm our backs with the sun.
We all eat dirt and spit it out.
We all chew leaves that are purple and leaves that are
red.
We all sigh. We all sigh great sighs that shake the world,
tremble it. And the trembling makes us all
scared. We are all scared.
we
are
all
forgettable
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC