First place - Elysian Poetry Biweekly Awards
Second place - Summer Magic Monthly Poetry Awards
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"Together we're free, running wild in glee, and Beautiful, it's you and me, forever flying full happily."
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Life is a journey full...
Poet's Note: 2020... my, oh my, what a year! And if it attests to anything, it is that this world is painful, broken, and slowly crumbling along with society. Depressing, I know, but sadly, quite true. And while "Dear Purity" doesn't address a global pandemic exactly, it does speak to another problem we all face upon a day-to-day basis: insecurity. We've all tried to be something we're not, at some point or another, and a lot of my other poems are written around that topic. However, this one in particular is focused on the corruption and evil in the world, all the bad things we endure, and how our joy and innocence tend to slowly diminish away. But accepting reality doesn't mean we can't remain pure! Only that we cannot let this broken, corrupted world taint our spirits, beauty, and passion. Because that is the kind of power society cannot afford to ignore.
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Dear Purity,
Life is art, art of living, Colors and textures in blending; Masterpieces by the paintbrush molding, Forming each graceful stroke, soon perfecting.
A blank canvas for the craftsman, To become a new shining emblem; Displaying work of flawless perfection, Reality of the imagined.
Inspiration brought into life, Hours of labor to make just right; Slowly but surely, all through the night, And in the morning, the product pleases the eyes.
Etching from a thought onto paper, From dust to an image of creation; Pixels arranged to formulate the big picture, Emerging medium to materialization.
Hidden away, concealed in the workshop, Until the right moment to show off; Buried beneath a blanket, dreamed up, Anticipation till the secret is let out.
Tension mounting, spirits rising, Passing the time with daydreaming; Careful of smearing, chipping, or of peeling, Holding it together for the great unveiling, revealing.
On with the show, act's a go, Crowd on the tips of their toes; So brave, confident, fearless, bold, The moment you've been waiting for.
Open the door, one final breath, Today all the rumors will end; Silenced as the truth is at hand, Right now, stand out, it all comes down to this.
But the cheers, the applause, No fire or even spark in their shouts; Coated in a vibe, a sensation that's off, Heartbeat dropped as its thrumming source falls.
Anger pounding, shaking the floors, Frozen, a mob vibrating to form; Rocks between their hands, back and forth, All the praises more an envious roar.
So much hard work, toiling ceaseless, All the joy, the pride, torn down in a feverish; Broken and pierced by the same pieces, Come back to haunt you, the purity of your innocence.
