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hgray624's Letters

Fumes

Is my mind fueling my body,
fumes to stay alive?

A stadium is created,
using the circumference of my skull,
hosting the event is my mind.

Body is weak,
eyes are heavy,
they fall shut right on time.

The event has begun,
front row seats,
observing the race around my psyche.

Lap after lap,
neck to neck,
light vs darkness,
race to the…read more

sunshine psyche

one day it’s dark,
actually, it’s been dark, for months,
so dark that one could not see in front of them.

however now —
now, there is light.

at the flip of a switch what was once dark — is bright.

the gloomy cloud has passed,
the rain has stopped,
beautiful rainbows begin to appear.

sunlight glistens over the waterfront,
sunlig…read more

Dear Self;

You remind me of a rainbow, shining bright and beautiful after a storm. How light can be found in even the darkest of times. Storms may blow through, causing mass destruction, yet there you are colored with glee. Despite it all, you never fail to shine. Each stripe painted of your rainbow projects the creativity held deep within. Much like a…read more

Voting ends on May 16, 2024 12:00am

Hannah Gray

The Day My World Stopped Spinning

December 2, 2012. I remember this day all too well, and December 3, 2012, which is strange because I don’t remember most of my life. These two days however, are clear, vivid, like watching a movie in IMAX. A movie that haunts me to this very day.

Let’s start with December 2. Abby and I were at Granny’s. It was a Sunday afternoon, the phone ran…read more

in this moment, i am grounded

imagine that you are a plant,
tree, shrub, flower,
whatever plant you desire to be,
you are that plant.

your feet are roots,
grounded deep within the earth,
you become one with nature,
peacefully and gracefully growing.

the sun rises casting a warm glow upon you,
wind gently blows through your petals or leaves,
bees and butterflies settle…read more

Grateful

Another day of being alive,
searching for the meaning of life,
trapped inside the cage of my mind,
a lost soul breaking free.

Darkness is a friend of mine,
where lost souls go to hide,
so much beauty to be found inside,
open your eyes to see.

Delighted by the somber skies,
melancholy far and wide,
moon peeking over clouds at night,…read more

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