I’ve been watching these things pass by the glass for years, almost since I was born at least. They come and stare at me, watching with bored eyes. They mouth soundless dialogues back and forth to each other, some nodding, some gesticulating, or laughing, or crying–some even speak at me. I say “at”, because that’s…

It’s high noon in the wild west. Dust is blowing in the breeze and the sun is pounding down. A tumbleweed bounces across the sand. The sound of a dog barking in the distance breaks the silence of the day. Standing in the sun is a cowboy. Brown high-top boots with old black worn pants…

Oh brother, You’re a boy with his own funeral song to sing While young, given a gift of grief Broken morals and disbelief, Reckon you’re unable to control the evil within, Filling your heart with songs of hate. Deprived and left in misery while songbirds mourn your pain Believing God has forgotten your name One…

There is a creature that lurks around, It stabs people with the pains of knifes. The creature will show up unexpectedly, Leaving people with feelings of disparity. Families will beg and plead, But they will not succeed. It can appear in many ways, It swallows people like a black hole. The creature holds no sympathy,…

Summer rain plunges, Earth’s quaint figure swells slowly, Drinking it’s last drop. Biography: I came to Aims in the summer of 2022 to fulfill part of my credits for my Associate in Arts. I am graduating this spring from Front Range Community College and then transferring to Colorado State University for a bachelor’s degree in…

The boy eats Hearts, He’ll take it in and make you crumble into dust. Don’t be surprised if he spits you out. He likes throwing his tongue in the lines on your cheeks, blood as a neighbor he sees so often he smiles.

My parents warned me about drugs but never about the ones with messy hair and a contagious smile. They warned me about addictions but never about how you’ll crave them every day. They warned me to stay away from harm but never against those who could hurt me the most. They warned me not to…

Against the wind, I struggle. Against myself, I fight the urge. Against nature, I tramp across the plain. Against time itself, I am lost. Against the prairie wind, I am nothing. Against the west, I am a lost girl with a wagon train. Gold is where we are traveling. Gold is the dream ahead. Gold…

Everyone says to keep yourself organic Keep all your parts together That replacing it all takes you away Removing more than just the base What makes you human What gives you the soul to live It should feel no different For each part remains the same The wires and circuitry span the muscles and skin…

I just want to be in your arms Have them wrapped around me like a warm, tight blanket With my little feet on top of your huge ones As we waddle like one big penguin And you have me wrapped in your big coat         5 Like a safety net so the harsh…

Dark. A cold dark morning. Morning filled with excitement and expectations Excitement for the challenge ahead Ahead, The Mountain. Blocking out the sunrise. Blocking the way to the summit. Way. A dark rocky path with countless turns and twists. Turns that lead surprising directions with new paths. Twists with holes and rocks that distract. Rocks…

Take a deep breath into my lungs Holding onto the air’s chill with selfish intent, Reluctant to let it go Breathe out anyways. Watch the trees sway Realize in this moment they only exist for your perception Understand they may have been meant for someone else’s. People will come and leave. Sometimes the leaving is…

I wished you would have stayed. I wished you and I would have lived happily ever after. I wished this nightmare would have ended and we’d be at Dairy Queen once again. But this isn’t the movie Aladdin, and unlike him, I don’t have three wishes.  My heart was 1,720 miles away in your Army…

Don’t hold it too tight, else you set it free That precious piece of peace. It has gone too far, and a hopeless venture cannot guarantee. To what extent, you will never know the degree You protect the claws of the beast. Don’t hold it too tight, else you set it free. Something cries in…

I thought the church lived in the buildings the ones with vaulted, ornate rooms filled with women in their best dress and men in their starched suits judging the faded blue of my denim I thought the church lived in the book the one I bought secondhand lugged around every Wednesday and Sunday the book…

Rest assured of certain rain Of troubles you will surely gain That grow and sprout on errant trunk Fed well on woe they’ve gladly drunk A forest filled with saddening trees No other way no labors ease Strength is borne of constant toil To weed and clear your patch of soil This trail so long…

I hate to see My Mother cry It hurts my little Pink insides I’d rather be kicked In the head Than see another Tear shed Down that face It looks like mine I would prefer a knife In my spine To shed her tears And drink them up She stares me down And fills her…

Melancholy Sickle cuts of bitter harvest Honey and salt-blood Dry your eyes, Oh indifferent one Wanton Unrest Lift you from an effervescence Beautiful child Futility is a fever of the mind And lugubrious the fates of the infected Touched with Melancholy

Sunlight blazes, distant in the horizon Like a waning love not yet forgotten. It paints fire in twilight colors across an unbound sky. Colors which fall and gather in the river below, Trapped there as the water flows. Pillared trees and somber mountains Rise to hold the sky aloft, the roof of a grand cathedral….

Floating on a sea of empty feeling Broken words, Falsified promises, It’s hard to hold this An arabesque of confidence And keep aboard my boat of utter apathy This quantum entanglement is of dread and destiny As idiosyncrasy plagues and weighs upon my soul I stare, the world a moving set of contradictions Ephemerality is…

He swings High. So high. His suit is tight, But he does not mind. The freedom of swinging, It undermines That uncomfortable uniform That he wears all the time. Biography: I’ve always been drawn to the arts. I find that creating art is a good outlet and way to connect with other people. Art can bring…

Who taught Icarus to run from home? To run to golden arms of unsettling perfection? To hold tight to something so beyond reach it would be his undoing? Did he know? That each second spent would slowly steal the color from his hair? That each kiss would leave a darkened sun-mark on his sand-pale skin?…

Long ago in a land far away, A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play. He was happy and free ’til that sad day came When his mother died and step-father placed blame. Years passed and Elliot toiled His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled. One day a change came by, When a royal messenger did…

My father emphasized traditions and Christmas was no exception Always, button up shirts and glasses of eggnog around the dinner table Regardless of heavy and  humid Decembers in Alabama But none was heavier than when his seat was left bare   My mother bought the biggest tree, it scraped the ceiling And never had I…

when I think of the crazy things that life hath given us so far, I think of how far we have come how far we can go. stop looking back dear look into my eyes and see the future I see see your glory in my eyes you are not any more than you need…