Creative Writing

Poem: Below – Free Verse Poetry

The rushing vivacious wave engulfs me  underneath its surf  I thrash my limbs submerged  helplessly trying to reach for the waters palm  and push my weight up  My lips meet the surface and feel the flowering flame of oxygen trickle down my lungs  Yet again the tyranny of the ocean pulls me down  My eyes…
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Mia Guillen

November 7, 2020

The rushing vivacious wave engulfs me 

underneath its surf 

I thrash my limbs submerged 

helplessly trying to reach for the waters palm 

and push my weight up 

My lips meet the surface and feel the flowering flame

of oxygen trickle down my lungs 

Yet again the tyranny of the ocean pulls me down 

My eyes are foggy and my lungs are tired 

but they crave defiance 

My body is collapsing and still 

the shades of the water become similar to 

the color of a combusted candle 

Now the bubbles from my mouth become scarce 

and I am a flightless scarlet ibis 

The feeling in my fingers fade and my heartbeat echoes shallowly

but with a painted smirk defeat rises

Poem: To My Target Panic

Poem: To My Target Panic

I remember the first time I met you, the first Sunday of September. Before we met, archery was predictable; my routine was reliable. The weight of my quiver, the resistance of my string, the curve of my limbs, and Sunday morning practice, it was always the same. But...