Gianna Vona
About the Artist
Gia is a senior and loves to write poetry. She has been writing for a little over five years and was in literary magazine for three of those five years! Her writing is based on the raw emotion and passion that she feels as she writes. Truthfully, she tends to write more often when she’s in a bad mood because it helps alleviate the feeling. However, she does write when she is happy as well, that way she can relive the positive feelings she felt while writing! Poetry has become the main outlet for her to express herself and she hopes you can get a sense of that through the genuine feelings and passion expressed in her writing.
The Flower Keeper
your water colored eyes locked with
my dark grassy ones.
unwanted red roses grow in my garden.
I started to embrace my new collection of
flowers and nature,
eventually.
then your poison spilled.
the wilting plants shedded petals that rested on my face
for someone else to wipe away.
a tsunami of seeds, leaves and pain flooded from
my grasslands that washed everything away.
i prayed for a miracle.
but then,
you
crossed my path again.
all of my garden had grew back almost immediately.
but this time
i wanted you here.
and after all my roses, sunflowers, and daisies grew back.
i thought everything was going well.
but then
you
did it again.
Hurricane
when i’m sad the whole world seems to be
laughing.
with glossy eyes
i look around me,
i flooded towns with my tears.
i saw people paddling in attempt to stay afloat.
the townsmen
tried to stop the hurricane
but i threw a tornado in their path.
delaying their travels, and attempts to save me.
they tried throwing words of wisdom and survival floats.
i made the winds worse,
so they gave up.
everyone who was once in panic soon relaxed.
they all just stopped fighting.
and eventually so did
i.
The Loss of You
i have already begun to mourn the loss of you
i can no longer hear your voice or feel you here
though as painful as it sounds maybe i’m okay with it
with forgetting
you
my heart breaks a little when i hear your name
and hot tears begin to roll down my face
short breaths
and a clouded mind
may the memory of you live forever
the love, laughter, joy, and tears
as the shell of the man you once were sheds
in this world that is ever changing
an isotope of the person i once loved
who has become another face i knew so well
a stranger who knows everything about me
from my flaws, what makes me smile,
how deeply i love, to
who i truly am.
goodbye for the last time
love,
your stranger