Sacred Seasons of My Life

Sweet Summer.

Perfect plum purple.
Delicious apple red.
The orange, flaming ball of gas paints peaceful
absurd colors in the morning sky.

Long, fairytale days paste a sunny smile on my small face.

Flaming orange to retiring red
malevolent mosquitoes leave marks on my sun-tattooed skin.


The midnight blue bites into the shining white.

The partially eaten crescent floats in the endless sea of sterling stars.

Radiant red roses blossom in rich gardens
like romance in young hearts.



Ferocious Fall.

Sulking sad blue.
Anxious excited yellow.
Emotional colors follow the flirtatious sun over the horizon.

Royally rambunctious to silently shy.
Shallow happiness and serious sadness.
Like the leaves on the trees, my life changes with the places I go.

The crisp, autumn breeze whispers in my ears.

Leaves with shades of red crunch under my heavy feet,
like our hearts when we fall in love.

School.
Work.
Everything.
Life changes as these things begin.
Friends become enemies, as enemies become family.



Wistful Winter.

As the sun slowly says good-bye to the bright lights of the city,
Waxing Gibbous says hello to the drawn curtains of the afternoon.

I blow on the ghostly steam rising from my chocolate sweetness,
like the gusting winds of my equinox.

Fluffy stars fall from the sky, highlighted in the story-like silver lampposts.
Whirring in the winds, they attack midnight crusaders mercilessly.

Perfectly cold blankets of white snow blind my groggy eyes,
As bundled little feet step out of safety and into a forest of imagination.

Small warriors check into snow banks as
lifeless materials become colorful spirits.

Whispered wishes and wonderful wonders.



Sophisticated Spring.

Exactly 1hour before.
2 minutes after.
3 seconds between.
Early rising as we spring ahead.

Excitement courses through my veins
An hour ahead,
my perilous position in counterpoint with light.

Restless Rendezvous.


Grotesque flowers blossom.

Vibrant colors that revive their beauty.

Empty parks
gorge themselves
with renewed spirits of happy children.

And I ?


Ciara M.

Sacred Seasons of My Life

Sweet Summer.

Perfect plum purple.
Delicious apple red.
The orange, flaming ball of gas paints peaceful
absurd colors in the morning sky.

Long, fairytale days paste a sunny smile on my small face.

Flaming orange to retiring red
malevolent mosquitoes leave marks on my sun-tattooed skin.


The midnight blue bites into the shining white.

The partially eaten crescent floats in the endless sea of sterling stars.

Radiant red roses blossom in rich gardens
like romance in young hearts.



Ferocious Fall.

Sulking sad blue.
Anxious excited yellow.
Emotional colors follow the flirtatious sun over the horizon.

Royally rambunctious to silently shy.
Shallow happiness and serious sadness.
Like the leaves on the trees, my life changes with the places I go.

The crisp, autumn breeze whispers in my ears.

Leaves with shades of red crunch under my heavy feet,
like our hearts when we fall in love.

School.
Work.
Everything.
Life changes as these things begin.
Friends become enemies, as enemies become family.



Wistful Winter.

As the sun slowly says good-bye to the bright lights of the city,
Waxing Gibbous says hello to the drawn curtains of the afternoon.

I blow on the ghostly steam rising from my chocolate sweetness,
like the gusting winds of my equinox.

Fluffy stars fall from the sky, highlighted in the story-like silver lampposts.
Whirring in the winds, they attack midnight crusaders mercilessly.

Perfectly cold blankets of white snow blind my groggy eyes,
As bundled little feet step out of safety and into a forest of imagination.

Small warriors check into snow banks as
lifeless materials become colorful spirits.

Whispered wishes and wonderful wonders.



Sophisticated Spring.

Exactly 1hour before.
2 minutes after.
3 seconds between.
Early rising as we spring ahead.

Excitement courses through my veins
An hour ahead,
my perilous position in counterpoint with light.

Restless Rendezvous.


Grotesque flowers blossom.

Vibrant colors that revive their beauty.

Empty parks
gorge themselves
with renewed spirits of happy children.

And I ?

By: Ciara

Let Go
The past,
our beautiful friendship slips from your hands
like the sand from our fingers that warm summer day. Easy conversations wasted away,
While awkward words take their place.
We smiled, now we smirk.
We laughed, but now we chuckle.

At times I know you feel the same. I can see the confusion and loneliness, in your big brown eyes.
Don’t worry I am lost as well; still mesmerized by the person I thought you were.
Yet, finding my way back is hard to do,
without you by my side.

No more talks, and secrets. No more togetherness. Time has past,
you have moved on.
But I have not,
and never will,
Let go.

By: thalia M.

I Wonder.

I wonder if you’ll ever leave or stay
I wonder if you’ll ever betray
I wonder if you’ll open my eyes
And be that great surprise
I wonder when I would see the true you
And you could open your world to me and show me and show me the truth
I wonder what it would be like with you
I wonder if I would ever be with you
I wonder if that smile would keep me up all night
I wonder if you’ll be the person that will make the day go bright
I wonder if my heart will drop because of your Ily
And I would have that temptation to love you.

I wonder…

Sincerely,
Cruz

You’re my butterfly . . .
I had the audacity to tell you what you mean to me.my mind runs wild with images of you see your beauty was intoxicating.
you teased me called me babie just a pretty little thing, bragged about how you were the best.
I was willing to change my ways and break free.
you unscrewed me.
replaced my heart.
reassembled my pieces.
you left me un spoken.
you became my one and only butterfly.

Mercedes R.