Hafsa: Favorites

Apr 2020 Hafsa

Jeremyeckl

A drawing of a superhero
Done by a fourth grader
Who’s father died in a fire.
He’s standing ten feet tall
With the wind blowing in his hair,
He’s got so many friends
And feels no despair.
All the happy people
They say they love him
And there’s nothing he can do
But just keep going.
But teacher asks a question
And he doesn’t know,
So all the children laugh
At the broken Superhero

#poem #sad #youth #child #superhero

Apr 2020 Hafsa

The Lizard King

Apr 2020 Hafsa

Will Dameron

The Lizard King

I have missed your company.
Enveloped in strange faces,
The only coterie I keep of late
Is that of your overwrought descant.
Oh, James Douglas.
What happened to your dream?
DO NOT DESPAIR,
FRIEND
The words you once transcribed
Your intoxicating,
Or was it intoxicated
Ragtime
Linger in the subconscious of a generation,
an unnoticeable haversack
Traveling
Seeing
Traveling
Watching every ounce
Of the determinate world
Seeing
Acting as
The portmantoligism of my conscience
And what is left of my intellect
Until I realize that my
Crippling loneliness,
Is the only palatable fruit of disillusionment.

See, Christine?
Anybody can use big words to write about the 20th Century.

Apr 2020 Hafsa

Colds

Apr 2020 Hafsa

Harshitha Girish

Colds

People are catching colds
faster than I catch feelings.

Stay safe and stay home, y'all!
Love, harshi.

#covid19

Apr 2020 Hafsa

this version of "us."

Apr 2020 Hafsa

Anonymistress

this version of "us."

I like this version of us,
where we let our guards down.

It's not easy to be vulnerable, but it could be worth it.

Apr 2020 Hafsa

painting

Apr 2020 Hafsa

elle jaxsun

painting

i'm trying to paint away the sadness
one color at a time.

i paint
bright kaleidoscopic skies
strong, swaying trees
a brave blue wave
a million pretty pastel floral arrangements

but none of them can cover up
the blues of my sadness.
the reds of my anger.
the black to blue to purple to yellow-greens of my bruises.

i still try to paint away the sadness
one color at a time
until the scenes i paint on pages
become the ones in my real life.

PAINting, am I right? there's still some hope, y'all.

two months without work is really weighing on me. my savings are about up.

i've been told for the billionth time that i didn't get the job once again yesterday.

just keeeeep swimmingggg just keep swimming
just keep swimming swimming swimming!

#painting #pain #paint #sadness #depression #art #arttherapy