elementia passion

Writing

Quotable

By Grace Atkins

Dreams become actions
impossible becomes possible
it’s what I love to do
becoming focused on my goals
reaching those limits
passing the bar
once I get a new idea
I go with it
I don’t give up
I would like to change the world


Excerpt from Breed: The Girl of Fire

By Sarah Ault

I was age twelve when I first drew her.


The Day the Woodpecker Landed on Me

By Isabel Nee

It was a scorchingly hot summer day in June when I walked up toward the house from the barn, heading toward the old cedar tree near the house. The tree had bird feeders hanging on it, and probably I was going to check the feeders to see how much seed they had in them.


Last Dance

By Kaitlyn O’Neal

There are only three rules for survival: no contact with meat, dairy, or humans. He’s already broken two of them.


Subject: Passion

By Jessie Hovis

Breathing in. The lungs expand, chest tight. The air catches in my throat. Breathing out. The air slithers out, my eyes going, facing the paper. It is blank, void of anything but a red line and blue lines. My mind is already at work. What is it going to be?


A Snapshot Love Story

By Libby Rorh

A girl sits at a table in front of a coffee shop, eyeing the charming boy lounging next to her. They observe one another as if their friends don’t exist, his eyes catching hers like a blue wave crashing on the beach. “Well, I’m not ordinary.”


Allez

By Anonymous

Allez means go, and I go. Allez is his title but he has no name. We work well together, he and I. Born of trying times, our relationship is as strong as the aluminum forged in it. Flying across stretches of hard-packed cement is what we do.


The Girl with the Sunset Eyes

By Allison Glaser

The girl with the sunset eyes and the boy with hands like glass.

He fell in love with her because she was so beautiful when she cried.

He hated to see her in tears, but when she cried, streaks of blue and orange and yellow and pink fell down her cheeks.


The Eyes of Mermaid Dreams

By Natasha Vyhovsky

On sad days,
his eyes tell me stories –
stories of pain,
of struggle,
of truth.
They hold within them soft, grey clouds after April afternoon storms.

But the sky is bright without the sun,
because it is never truly gone.


My Record Player and You

By Tasia Jewel

My record player- The warm sound of “Ultraviolence” circling through my room like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Connected with the music. 

        You look at me and you soon know my entire story, a story of sadness turned into bliss but only because of you- connected


Maybe This is Goodbye

By Sasha Baldwin

Quite a lot to say but such little time,
We are all stuck in the crime of rhythm and rhyme.
Forgive my silence, my pen is running dry.
Don't know if I'll make it but I can promise to try.


Drafted

By Sasha Baldwin

right now, I am a rough draft.
I am left here to be
looked back on and revised


The Melody

By Saadia Siddiqua

Standing alone, solo
In the darkest shadows
She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers
Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs


Joy Still Left

By Ryan Mackey

A old man beyond salvation
slumps on the ground
and prepares for his end.
He starts listing what he doesn’t have

anymore,
He is
beyond the point of coming back
but he still has one joy.
He has a motivation to keep going


Fire and Powder

By Robyn Peterson

“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet 


Evolution

By Richard Koulen

One star, a single shining star,
Made us today, who we are.
When rocks both smooth and coarse,
Came together with force.
When the galaxy was new,
Something in space was a brew!


tidal waves

By Olivia Humphrey

Some of my hobbies include:
writing
and baking
and looking into your brown eyes until I fear that I just might lose myself inside of them.
A few of my favorite activities are:
drawing
and sewing


Passions

By Nicole Miller

Red and burning
Heart jumping
Pumping
A whisper of excitement
Concealed behind hesitant lips
Waiting to slip
Forget.


One Step Closer

By Molly Langdon

It burns
It burns deep inside
every drop that runs down

your back as you ignore the pain
correction after correction
being told you aren’t good enough for it


Coffee Cups

By Maya Bluitt

I'm not sure if the glass is half empty or half full. 
Coffee shops leave me homesick for 8 minute drives to your cul-de-sac, to your arms; you're always busy. 


Hope Never Fades

By Mason Herrington

I am a strong young man exhausted from my ways
I’ve been in eleven facilities but nothing ever seemed to change
Until one day I felt his grace and heard it say
Come to me my child and I will take it all away…


Leap of Faith

By Mary Rueschoff

Twirling
Twirling-Twirling
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.


No Graphite

By Lindsay Luchinsky

From his lips
To the paper,
To the teacher,
To the air,
To my mind that will not recall.


Tickled Truffle

By Lindsay Luchinsky

A thought may amble a bit ‘till it trips to a halt,
            ‘till it ticks up a halt and a half.
Slams to a door and whatever blue-black residue flirts with the hinges,
            flirts with the hinges:
A hiccup frame for the ghost words you never said


P(h)ew

By Lindsay Luchinsky

This curving,
cynical back behind me, it’s:
A warm bench,
A warm chestnut bench,

A warm chestnut.  A cold foreboding pew.
Luster here has now turned bland:
contaminated with waltzing dust and
a reek of pages
not turned for a decade.


Balcony Wishes

By Lauren Blood

The sky was an abyss of gloom,
As the trees billowed in the breath of the wind.
The stars sang secrets to the moon,
Above a castle holding lovers within.
An age-old monarch was outraged by his daughter’s betrayal,


Blank

By Kayla Wiltfong

It is a wall.
It is stiff, blank. Unmoving. 
It guards the paradise 
That she knows belongs there.

It is a stone
Waiting for her, the sculptor, 
To make it mean something.


Signs of Life

By Julia Wakefield

The form of letters slop and curve on a page
like a human body. 
White paper, bare skin,
The line of a belt below a belly button:
the line of a notebook just below a sentence. 


It Starts With Me

By Hannah Greer

The insistent decision that
The world is beyond repair because
No longer will
Human nature fix these things.
Negativity and pessimism
Invade the land of
Enthusiasm and assurance.
The problems remain
Because
People make choices,


Finding Passion

By Hailey DeWolfe

Hello? 
I am looking,
Through windows and doors,
Looking at trees and between the shores 
For that spark.
The little thing that ignites souls ablaze
Propels emotion to heights unknown 
Cultivates thoughts hidden.