Roaring Voices Review
Tamanend's Literary Magazine
Weaving Words of Winter
"Walking into Winter" Genevieve P.
Eye of the Tiger
First Frost of Fall by Lauren M.
"Nature's Neutrals" Genevieve P.
"Palette" Harika C.
VSCO moments (lol)
This I Know by Caylee H.
This decade’s almost over
The end of the years draw near
I have so much to be thankful for
within these past 10 years
My family who I love more than anything in the world
They’re with me through my tears and smiles
And all that’s in between
I’m thankful for my friends who have been in and out of my life
They’re woven in my memories forever in my heart
I’m thankful for my teachers who push me to make me stronger
I’m thankful for the little kids who are my neighbors
They want nothing then what’s the best for me
I’m thankful for all the kids who I have babysat
Bundles of joy, with hope still in their eyes
I’m thankful for everyone one of you
Who I might not personally know
But every part inside of me
Tells me this I know
You might not think of anyone who loves you head to toe
But trust me, someone’s out there
And this I know
The people who love YOU the most
Is your family
So now it’s time to thank them
For everything they’ve done
For this decade is almost over,
as the years full of memories slowly draw to a close
Transfer into Winter by Caylee H.
The leaves fall,
disintegrate into the earth,
the bare sticks begin to get heavy,
a white sand atop them.
Reach out to touch it,
Only for it to recoil and disappear.
You see it only for brief times,
It likes to transform and shape-shift.
Each flake its own unique self.
Like crystals of the earth that no one can have,
Can’t sell them, nor buy them,
Only for looking.
You see them one time during each year,
Unless you go north or south,
To one of the poles.
So, treasure the moment,
That time of the year,
And snuggle in with your family
And the ones you hold dear.
To watch the white blanket, fall down from the sky
To sleep, oh so peaceful, looking up toward the sky
You see them one time during each
it's only been a year
worth more than a million words
still all the things left unsaid
are the ones that torment
replaying them in my head
sometimes so deep I can still feel them
as if they were the skin on my neck
on the roof of my mouth
down my throat
i'm swallowing it in deep breaths
i look in the mirror and it's cliche to say
but I'm not nearly the same
not who I was 6 months ago
i sometimes wonder if they can see it
in the bags under my eyes
the coldness hiding behind my smile
if they reached out to me
could they inhale a sense of my reality
they look at the clock
and count the minutes until
not the ones past by
only when they close their eyes
the clocks rewind
swimming in the sea of my subconscious
even though i hate the ocean
i'm fighting against sinking in
reality sinking in
i don't have to be asleep
to feel like