All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
seashells
sometimes with the night heavy and oppressive,
the moon sunk low and swollen,
i feel the anger build to a crescendo,
a hazy symphony of tight strings and held breaths;
even when the day filters in and the sun
turns like a porcelain ballerina girl,
i feel remnants. i feel
the hot blinding waves lapping at my tongue. there
is gritty sand imprinted on yellow molars., the roof of
my mouth has eroded
i dream of letting the storm spill out of me
like rain gushes from my drainpipes
i have been waterlogged for so long, a
pisces who burns with the salt inside of her
hold me to your ear,
perhaps then the things I want to say will be made
clear.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.