Poetry &
Short Stories
Poem: Lost Leaves
"Lost Leaves," is short poem that represents the changes we go through in life. It's short and sweet, but packed with meaning.
Lost Leaves By: Lee Hall Emerald leaves hold tight to branches A pleasant breeze gently passes through The leaves rattle, brushing against each other Only one parts ways with the tree Slowly gliding through the air Until it lands softly on blades of grass But the tree doesn’t weep over a fleeing leaf It will sprout many more for years to come One day It won’t even think about what it has lost Because trees live on Growing thicker And more vibrant Standing strong when faced with Chemical fumes Scattered litter And human neglect Bearing resilience in their roots They become mighty I want to be more like trees
Poem: I Was a Villain
"I Was a Villain," is a poem that expresses the person someone can become when struggling with active addiction, and how sobriety can truly change who we see.
I Was a Villain By: Lee Hall The new me is what I see in the mirror It’s odd My reflection is unrecognizable She is someone who radiates warmth Lends a hand before you ask Will laugh loud enough to shake the house But the old me I haven’t forgotten about her She was different She was a villain Who thought she was a victim But that’s because she was blinded by self-pity Fueled by self hate Resulting in self destruction She drank until every word slurred Every object in her path broke And every toilet was dressed in fresh vomit The kind that would snort anything she could Until her breathing was shallow Her heartbeat was unrhythmic And her mind transcended She’d take pill after pill Causing the voices in her head to scream Static buzzed in her ears And psychosis morphed her reality Her world was scorched Burned by her own actions But she kept going It was her out Her way to numb each living breath However What blacked out her torment Caused hurt to bystanders Every chemical And every ounce of liquor Caused her to detonate The shrapnel cut through her parents’ Causing stability to disintegrate Her siblings felt unsafe Not knowing when the next explosion would hit Her friends couldn’t stand it Already burned by her flames She was a villain Thinking the world was in debt to her Because universe used her like a toy But that was far from true No matter how many deadly situations came From a blade dancing next to her jugular To drowning in fatal substances She survived No one had ever turned their back on her Her parents love was there But behind a fortress to protect them Her siblings hope was hidden Not wanting it to be stomped upon again The universe was watching out Quietly guiding her to the truth That she was given a gift The gift of having chances And even when she wasted one There was another waiting It took years to realize She didn’t want to be a villain She wanted to change Killing the monster within her And the lunatic who oozed paranoid nonsense She was ready to be reborn Into who I am today I’m not a sparkling diamond Sometimes I am coal Allowing past behaviors to peek through Because she tries to escape She picks at the cracks Hoping to be freed Whispering lies Saying she is the real me But I am not a villain At one point I was The old me is locked up now And the new me Doesn’t plan to hand over the key
Short Story: The Helmet
"The Helmet" is a short sci-fi story about an item found in a swamp. It's foreign, but the protagonist hopes to pawn off this mystery item and make a few bucks. However, the item that could have earned him some extra cash twists into misfortune.