Multitudes
Multitudes
I crawl
I walk
I talk
I bawl
I run
I climb
Multitudes
I crawl
I walk
I talk
I bawl
I run
I climb
My freshman year was sterile
I was separated, regulated
It smelled of hand sanitizer and soap
The hallways were one way only
The transition between seasons is a momentous change for some people, and just another day for others. Write a piece that represents what the changing of the Seasons means to you!
Note: I was given Thalia's consent before publishing this to YWP.
Last year
April of 2023
Our story begins
Thalia and I were talking in class
My skin can flake onto my hands, caked like a cracking wall. The muse buried under sets of eyes staring at the colors on my face, not melanin but thick water-based acrylic paint that created some monster dolled up as a woman.
Once a month when the pain sears
The pain we feel that brings us to tears
When we wake up to a special surprise
When we want to go to sleep, to close our eyes
Inspired By My Own Book Series
“What are you going to miss most?”
“You.”
Oh lover,
I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.
In the fields, there are dustings of flowers like confetti left over from a party, sprinkled over the land so randomly, yet beautiful in their chaos.
A hundred words is a lot
A hundred degrees is very hot
When you rob hundred dollars from a bank, you get caught
When you go a hundred miles into space you have become an astronaut
The blank walls shine like the ones at a pearly bank
The floors on wood where so much has withstood
I down the halls I take a chance and glance
Even though we couldn’t stand it any longer, it has made me stronger
We're all actors
Every one of us
pretending, acting, faking
we've all done it
Fake smile,
Fake laugh,
Fake happy,
Fake sad.
I've bottled it all up, I can barely feel real.
What's real?