Creative Writing Club Poetry Collection

I’m not crying this time.

They don’t deserve to drink my tears

Or bathe in my agony–any longer.

It was my fault that I did not crawl

to the finish line when it was moved again,

and I did not sew my lips shut

when I saw the blazing lies burning down your legacy.

Monsters lurk in the shadows

So cling to the candlelight

until they blow it out again.

They moved the checkered flag again.

I don’t cry anymore

because I did not make them proud.

My name isn’t flashy

My wallet isn’t heavy

My heart is too patent

So they wiped away the white line.

Therefore I cannot save you

because I did not save myself.

My knees buckled long ago—

But know you’re not bloodied alone.

They took me too.

I won’t cry

They don’t deserve to see me break again.

Don’t beg for dignity that will never be given

or they’ll just move that finish ribbon until you can’t crawl anymore.

Picture Eve in the Garden of Eden.

Picture fields of flowers the colors of a sunset and

the most vibrant of greens and

dewdrops sparkling on leaves like diamonds.

Picture all this surrounding a tree, one

so luscious and beautiful, 

bearing the ripest of fruits.

This tree is not only alluring physically, 

but it carries with it all the knowledge and 

secrets of the world,

just as Mother Earth has so many secrets to share with us. 

Picture you are Eve,

standing at the base of that great tree with a

serpent’s tongue whispering in your ear. 

Picture approaching the tree and 

wrapping your hand around the fruit and

plucking that forbidden apple from its branches and—

It’s ironic, isn’t it?

Ironic that temptation is what brought

the fall of Eve and 

that it is temptation and greed still today that bring

corruption to the earth:

The exploitation of her resources,

the burning of her forests,

the scars raked across her body as we dive deeper into the mines,

the animals we kill for miracle medicines,

the oceans we pollute,

the boarders we splice as we decide what is theirs and what is ours,

forgetting that all of it is hers. 

Have we learned nothing from that day? 

Learned nothing from Eve’s weakest moment?

We call Eve mother, yet 

forget Earth is mother of all. 

We think we are so full of knowledge, yet 

keep making the same mistakes. 

Have we not learned that it is by observing earth,

by working in tandem with her, not by theft,

that we are able to flourish?

There aren’t many apples left on the tree.

The sun has fallen from the sky

It dips below horizon line

Then, inky darkness starts to bleed

Into the canvas, diamond beads

We watch the comets from my roof

Your smile: it becomes my proof

That this, my dear, is going to last

So let’s just both forget the past

And love the night that closes in

Listening to tales the other spins

Night is quiet

Night is peace

Night is beauty 

Pitch-black fleece

Until daybreak
The stars we keep

Lock them in bottles

Who needs sleep?

A book is a window

With no pane and no frame

But a book is a window 

I see through it the same

Into the life of another soul

Where life and love and deaths take their toll

And there’s laughter and joy

There’s beauty and pain

There’s a day that pours the harshest of rain

And there’s music from strings

There’s a song in a heart

The girl holds a necklace of melody’s start

There’s jailbreaks and romance

There’s starry night skies

And there’s the very last moment to say your goodbyes

Oh, I love them dearly

I cherish them up

The authors, the stories, the brand new fresh start

A book is a window in the strangest of ways

So go create windows

I promise, it pays

The broken glass

My shattered heart

I should have known it from the start

Through stormy gales

Through wind-swept skies

Now no one hears me when I cry

A silent girl

I walk alone

Through endless tears

Through streets of stone

The empty is my only friend

Into the day the darkness blends

Year after year

In hopeless time

Until the grand clock’s final chime

But still, I see the hope within

The world, the glass, the wretched sin

Broken like me

And bound to fate 

What would it be to away with hate?

Within the eye of grace I see

My Savior hung upon a tree

To pay my debts

To right my wrongs

All things I have to him belong

The world was dark

Bruise-painted sky

That’s what I saw in Grace’s eye

To bring us hope

His blood was spilled

And suddenly, my life fulfilled

A final breath slipped from his lungs

It was finished, it was done

Three women came to see the tomb

To weep for him

To see the wounds

But a blaze of light left them all stunned

And angel sat

Said Christ had won

He freed us from our deadly prison

Now He’s alive

Now He has risen