Poems

The Piano

Sarah Franko

The way the wind caresses the curve of the trees

how the branches sway in the wind thanks to the whispering breeze

but the skies will never see me

gee, how lovely it must be to be pleased

how the branches sway in the wind thanks to the whispering breeze

how you look at me, you are such a tease

gee, how lovely it must be to be pleased

I am your piano, holding your keys

how you look at me, you are such a tease

The way the wind caresses the curve of the trees

I am your piano, holding your keys

but the skies will never see me

Restless Dreaming

Mario Shejai

Exempted in nature

Xenolith when contrasted with society

Treacherous conditions only amplify your shine

Robust characteristics, yet you still seem to be blind

Abjectness only empowers you further

Obscure abstractions molded into dreams

Restlessness until they turn into realities

Deemed as unordinary aspirations

Intricacies nobody may comprehend

Nobody may understand

All the realities you've come to face

Realization is the construct of overthinking, as overthinking is the construct of failure

You may never come to realize your distinctiveness