Sarah Al-shimary, 16 y/o girl, junior in high school in Las Vegas, strongly influenced by Friedrich Nietzsche, Sylvia Plath, and music. A general distaste for social media so I have none. I write to give meaning to myself. I have included several of my poems and prose for consideration.
Dana Point
Colossally irrevocable ocean glimmers pink tuliped lights with a syncopation of smokers breath current. The rigid water spews cracked bone firecracker symphonies where the waves luxuriate in the coarse cactus sand as passionately as sin. Look up into the sky, fog lazily slathered onto Mexican bred mountains like tangy caviar on a bitter plain cracker. Chiseled salt air forcibly clings onto hairs of wet lizard skin while the cornflower blue sky ties into a slow, unresistable lust for hot-sodden sun. Smug omission shakes the thwarting lungs of a shamefully virtuous young woman. Cut-scene to blinding crescent moon that suckles the twilight breast spitting milk stars at one in the early morning. In the distance, a towering lighthouse illuminates a path that splinters the mind like a fresh book spine. Blazing, seething light highlights a lonely, small crimson-encapsed coconut crab that scuttles universal feet simmering through thick, vile moss. The infantile coconut crab looks up to the pious Pacific and bows its invisible head. Mysterious Eyes shake up idyllic ship-bottle scene and swallow indifferently.
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Am I so selfish to dwell on the hatred of myself? Or shall I bear content with the rage that houses the breath of a body that does not feel like my own?
A Frankenstein misshapen face that resembles slushy, muddy, snow on a brown evening Loneliness is not given sliver platter, rather a condemned punishment
That has taken a harmonious accord into the dissonance of my blood
Mirror reflection of an idealistic, malaise ridden woman
Decaying in indecision and an overwhelmed romance that does not reciprocate
A fathers pathetic daughter, the alternative to a mothers glowing grace
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
How soon is it before the abyss I gaze into with indifference
Gazes back upon me with intuition
Second Period
Here comes a feeling I thought I had forgotten
Strike me with vulnerability
Bowling ball laced with vivacity
Passion soaks into the soil of my branch-ed, ravenous heart
I’ll inhale you like air
Exhale the burden of my liberation with the feel of your glare
Forgive me mercilessness Mother for I have sinned
Let me drink the blood of your own infantile mistakes
And eat the cracker of the encumbrance I give you
I consume the pure, cold liquid night air
Swallow you up inside me
Rattle my bones and crucify me
I died for your sins
You die from the cacophony of my heart beat
Strike me with vulnerability
Bowling ball laced with vivacity
Passion soaks into the soil of my branch-ed, ravenous heart
I’ll inhale you like air
Exhale the burden of my liberation with the feel of your glare
Forgive me mercilessness Mother for I have sinned
Let me drink the blood of your own infantile mistakes
And eat the cracker of the encumbrance I give you
I consume the pure, cold liquid night air
Swallow you up inside me
Rattle my bones and crucify me
I died for your sins
You die from the cacophony of my heart beat