Maybe we can…
By Julien Tuast
Maybe we can share a coffee in the morning
Maybe we can share a bed tonight
Maybe we can do so much more the smile and look in to each other’s eyes
Maybe we can feel more
Maybe we can do more
Maybe we are forbidden to do so
But maybe just maybe there’s a loop hole
Maybe we can share that coffee after all
Maybe we can share a bed after all
Maybe we can.
By Braiden Allen
How beautiful this piece of nature’s features were. The grooves carved into its bark were like the swirls in a fingerprint: unique and captivating. Its trunk stood steady, unbending with the wind, unlike its spindly branches that stretched into the sky like veins. They bent and waved, but never broke, unless of course they were snapped. Holes bored into its rough surface in specific places. No one knew how deep they ran, but whatever was whispered into them was always heard. How full of personality this rooted being was.
And yet a cold settled into the skin when pressed against its bark. Its trunk was fractured and rotted. Its siblings were green, and it was black.
By Braiden Allen
She had always loved the view from her back porch. Almost everything about it filled her with tranquility. The gentle rustle of the trees filtering the wind through their leaves, the speckles of flowers waving back and forth, the subtle ripple in the dazzling pond—all these sights simmered her anger and sweetened her bitterness. Her only interruption were the creatures that erupted from the treetops and shot into the sky.
She’d always hated birds. It wasn’t fair that they could simply stretch their wings and climb into the air whenever they got bored or uncomfortable with where they were. When she watched from afar how carelessly they bounced in the blue, and when they came up close and she peered into their beady black eyes, she could tell that they never for a second considered what it was like to be shackled to the earth.
But today was the first day she didn’t mind the birds. As she sat alone in her rocking chair, soaking in the summer sun, she finally felt her first flicker of affection for the freest creatures in the world.