Nadia

Nadia Jun 2019

I caught a fruit fly
In my DIY flytrap
It’s circling around
Taking its last lap

I should feel proud
My effort succeeded
I mostly feel sad
My effort was needed

I caught a fruit fly
You can see it right there
Oh it’s looking at us
That hardly seems fair

Death is taking too long
I should release it outside
I wish this was over
My guilt can’t abide

No doubt it’s for the best
Health and safety are first
No more flies in my kitchen
Flies are the worst

Except I’m watching it die
Or waiting, anyhow
Yes, that sounds terrible
So who’s the worst now?

It’s walking on the glass
The creepy fly show
Why am I feeling so bad
Wait- where’d that fly go?!

I’m making a new flytrap
With plenty of tape
A flytrap so secure
No more flies can escape

NCL 2019

Jun 2019

Kaiden A Ward

Suspended

I just want to climb.
To remember the thrill
of freedom
as I race through the trees,
swinging recklessly from limb to limb,
unafraid of falling, yet
eager to embrace the pain
that drives the breath
from my lungs, knowing
it is a small price to pay
to find myself again.

So let me hang boneless from the wires and
revel in the weightlessness
granted by the unyielding embrace
of these ropes,
to memorize the gentle caress
of the mountain winds
on my skin,
pondering the complexity of my heartbeat,
wondering, if this is what it's like
to fly.

#climbing #rockclimbing #rope #flying #peace #outdoors

Nadia Jun 2019

Next Time

The words weren’t coming
They just weren’t there
I did try to find them
I looked everywhere

The words weren't coming
No answer to my plea
Nothing was working
Though I fought valiantly

I had to surrender
So I napped instead
When I awoke they
Clambered out of my head

I have no time for writing
No time to break rhyme
But if I leave them right now
Will they be there next time?

NCL 2019

Nadia Jun 2019

We Have Hope

When we arrived, young, blinded by stars in our eyes and endless city lights multiplied in the skies and in our hearts, we had hope.

Time passed without permission, marked by changing city landscapes as seasons raced by, and our love flourished, claiming the heartbeat of the city for its own; believing the promises of the ocean and the mountains and nature invading urban spaces. Our family grew, by one, and then two; seasons of eternal showers imprinting their cadence on our souls, we felt hope.

Now, the city that we love cannot love us back - it was laundered and sold by leaders less truthful than bold - we can't afford to grow old together here. We are drowning, struggling to stay afloat in a city owned by distant millionaires. Some days, it can be hard to find hope.

Before it's too late, I think we should go; leave behind these beautiful mountains, take the city skylines etched on our bones, and find a new place to watch our love grow. We still have dreams - our hope can't be sold - we’ll take them on the road with the memories we hold, when we go. We have hope.

NCL 2019

Nadia Jun 2019

Dependent

It's a two coffee day
At least it’s not four
You might stop me at one
But I always want more
I can wake up without
But it helps me to chill
If I skip blessed coffee
Call a doctor - I'm ill

It’s a four coffee day
Life is kicking my ***
If I swim in caffeine
And hope it will pass
Maybe it can balance
The bad with some good
Jittering my way thru
What I could and I should

It's a six coffee day
You're right, that's insane
Might as well save time
And consume through a vein
It's an eight coffee day
Go ahead, book that hearse
I'm too late for saving
I've succumbed to the curse

NCL 2019

#coffee