Scholastic 2014 Art and Writing Silver Key Winner
July 23rd, 2013
My voice is a way for me to breathe.
It allows me to free the thoughts that swirl in my mind
before my cranium feels as if it will burst into a spray
of rainbow hued rays.
We are a mix of spiraled cosmic dust and
crumpled star light.
My voice lets me
spread the galaxy between the lines
that lay like ironed vines
against the white back ground.
My voice takes these pronouns and adjectives
and transforms them
into a mesh of written song.
My voice lets these words fill the negative space
and takes away
the shadows and demons of the day
keeping them at bay.
Words flow from my lips
and the syllables drip
like raindrops from an over ripe cloud.
My voice is a way for me to breathe.
It allows me to free the thoughts that swirl in my mind
before my cranium feels as if it will burst into a spray
of rainbow hued rays.
We are a mix of spiraled cosmic dust and
crumpled star light.
My voice lets me
spread the galaxy between the lines
that lay like ironed vines
against the white back ground.
My voice takes these pronouns and adjectives
and transforms them
into a mesh of written song.
My voice lets these words fill the negative space
and takes away
the shadows and demons of the day
keeping them at bay.
Words flow from my lips
and the syllables drip
like raindrops from an over ripe cloud.