Elementia issue 2

Quite Simply, You Are a Parallel Revolution


Life is a never-ending coil With twists and turns And you are one thing that I did not count on.

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You are the messy footprint on starched carpet, You are the wrinkle on pressed sheets.

Love Like a Two-Dollar Bill

By Zoë Christianson

when I offered you a heart full of love you answered, like this woman in a toy store when I tried to spend a two-dollar bill a relative had given me years ago, when I was young . . . Keep it. It may be worth something someday.


By Ali Powell

i am not a poet i am a girl with too many feelings to hold in but somehow with an escape in dreams reality is a nightmare too dark to understand yet just light enough to pass by i do not write poetry i write what i see down on paper i want to be seen though all i am is an invisible image to the o


By Janae Filer

You make me so happy Why can’t you see Just how much I love you Your best friend

It’s so hard for me Not to tell you how I feel Even though I know you feel it too I can see it in your eyes Every time you’re with me If only you weren’t with her She’s changing you


By Morgan Shaffer

Wrist sewn. Heart torn. Attempted suicide. Her gun was cocked. Her bullets locked. Suicide’s not so easy without bullets. Especially when you’re ready to cock and pull it. In sudden panic she reached for her razor. Who would have known her mom would have been there to save her. She rushes, as it


By Sarah Rekab

The sea shimmers as if a child, has poured glitter in its soft blue path. Mountains linger over such water and are outlined by a china blue sky. The sun dances across the water, casting this magical scene. A fisherman casts his line in various shades of orange and red. Clap Water collides with th

Autobiographic Incident

By Anonymous

It was a mild day in the middle of the summer, not the type that glued your shirt to your back, but the type where the soft spoken wind whistled easy, breezy tunes if you weren’t too busy to listen. Me, being a kid, I was never busy.

Soul to Pick

By Yolene Pancarte

Bony hands, What do they do? They play at dice And with whom? A promoted demon Who wants my soul And they tell him, Bony hands, He can have it all!

Dragon's Heart

By Yolene Pancarte

Of melted glass And broken waters A dragon’s eye And burning fire.

Of icy crystal And howling wind A dragon’s claws And beating wings.

Of rosy quartz And hematite A dragon’s heart And lasting night.

Of fantasy And faeries’ lands To hold a dragon In my hand.

Dragon au Centre du Chaos

By Yolene Pancarte

Vert émeraude est ton œil Et son reflet dans ce lac de glace Où miroitent tes émotions Si calmes.

Rouge sang est ta griffe Et son ombre avant qu’elle ne tombe Pour s’ancrer dans la chair De tes ennemis.

What is Music?

By Loren Ferguson

What is music? Music is calm, soft, like fresh grass I lay on in the spring , like the gentle breeze that plays its symphony. That’s what music means to me.


By Jessica Sutter

as the snow flies around me i wonder why this cold winter day brings back memories maybe it was the hot chocolate or the holiday cheer or maybe just maybe it was the snow the snow laying on the ground melting into the earth was there when i was small and making snowmen and i was laughing it was t

My House

By Robert Widmer

i’ve been to a whole lot of towns in my life from monterey bay to atlanta to find the dream house i’ve wanted so long i don’t have to wait until santa

Lords & Ladies

By Eric Carter

The ten story castle Was not built for battle But instead was the town That did nothing but frown And all the time they are training The lords and ladies are waiting To be ready for a war Bigger than ever before.

Fall Stalker

By Eric Carter

In the fall you notice leaves that are hanging on the trees, noisily moving in the gentle breeze. All the leaves hang lowly through the night as if they’re poisoned, the leaves and trees alike. They are dying slowly, yet as if they were imprisoned, and have the need to fight.

Separately Meant to Be

By Anonymous

For the first time, in her selective memory she lies in bed, alone without a light or heartbeat to keep her company. Her heart beats, in rhythm with her thoughts. She barely knows the way to her own door yet she knows the feeling of being a stranger in her own body, living out a fellow stranger’s

Pain and Hate

By Bethanie Powell

My Soul yells at me I’m dying inside wishing that I felt no pain but It keeps coming I take the pills of pain and hate to wish it all away when the pills wear off I slit my wrist to see the blood run down my arm I let people feed off my pain blood sucking demons wishing someone would come to my r

Be Aware: It Happens Everyday

By Hailey Cannon

she cuts and bleeds to fell the pain she cuts and bleeds, it leaves a stain she cuts and bleeds everyday she cuts and bleeds because she cannot say say what she needs, what she wants if she does it will cost cost a price too high to pay all because she cannot say what she wants she doesn’t want t

What Do the Interrogators Expect

By Becky Peda

And how are we supposed to get out of this, after our hope has been washed out and dried, and the fevers stay burning our foreheads and skulls, not even cooled by the tears that we’ve cried.

Pure Love Stricken Ballroom

By Becky Peda

through the blistering cold she falls to her feet to land in the warmth of your touch her glass slippers give way to the dancing but the scent of your voice is too much the chandeliers hang from the ceiling the cocktails overflowing with pride her hair falls in curls down her shoulder but to her

slate blue moment, excerpt

By Brooke Shippee

Winter is a soft, cruel sea of acid, swirling and churning into a slate blue moment.

Bitter is Perfect

By Brooke Shippee

Bitter is the sound of hearing rejection two weeks before the Prom, of hearing you’ll expire within months, of hearing the sickening squeal of tires beneath the floorboards in your car.

Lonely Life

By Alyssa Rydell

How many times must we say goodbye? Too many long and drawn out mornings without you. After sunrise, I have no one to wake, No one beside me, No one to shake. Hundreds of times we have had to say goodbye, Too many long and boring days without you. I am alone in my car, With an empty seat beside m

Still Stand–Stand Still

By Brittany Frazier

What happens when you’re at a stand still in life? high school seemed to go by fast – and now you’re left with memories. Whether you were the individualist, the beautiful person, the jock, the punk rocker, or the nerd, in the end you’re not concerned with what the next person said or heard. You’r

If I Were a Star

By Kelly Morillo

If I were a star I would touch the evening sky. If I were a star I would be brighter than the others.

If I were the moon I would say good night to you when you go to sleep at night. If I were the moon I would shine brighter than the sun.

I Wonder...

By Shawna Morris

I wonder if there is going to be another war I wonder why people like me I wonder how my uncle died

I wonder what I am going to look like when I’m older I wonder why people are mean I wonder if I will ever have kids

Delightful Lies

By Shawna Morris

I wish I were not so perfect! I am so perfect; when the wind is blowing 100 miles an hour, not one hair raises. My clothes do not have one wrinkle throughout the day. (my clothes are as smooth as silk) I have never spilled anything on me in my entire life, and have always used a knife and fork. I

Petit Dejeuner

By Rabi Hemayoun

The sky sits on the horizon and sighs. The sun rises, the wind cries. A raven is flying beyond the trees, shredding through the breeze The sky sits on the horizon and sighs. The sun craves covering, a cloud complies. From above dim darkness, thunder replies. Slick black feathers shimmer on the ra


By Matthew Morefield

Peer pressure, You always hear, Those words spoken. What they don’t know,

Is the pressure of family, Continually asking, What happened today? Your parents wonder, Why you answered, Answered nothing.

The reason is simple, Simple as hell. You don’t need to know,

On the Flipside

By Angela Clem

Hey baby, Chill out And just maybe We won’t shout You gotta let go You gotta freak out And just maybe We won’t shout You ask me to love I ask you to yell ‘cause hey, I ain’t no dove And trust me, I’ve fell It ain’t no good To stay and to think You really should Put yourself on the brink