Conners Emerson Literary Magazine

My brother and I,
Sit and paint what goes by,
I paint messily with many flaws,
While my brother will often pause,
And my brother paints everything,
While mine IS a thing,
Sadly I know not where my painting ends,
These paintings have many bends,
We all have one,
They are our lives and when they're done,
We are.

Cry, Cry, Cry

Crying in the rain,
All who see feel not his pain,
He cries in the rain,
Right there,
Right there,
Feeling a pain not to share,
His clothes, his body, his soul, all torn,
He hugs the tree he loved all his life,
So sad as sad can be,
That's all he has,
He's free,
He's caged,
He's crying in the rain.

Tiny Good

Deep in a temple,
A mighty old temple,
A tiny ruby sits in a vault of doors,
But deep in a corner,
A weak little corner,
A little spider sits,
With two rubys on her back,
And eight pearls on her eyes,
She waits to grow,
And she does.

A Rain Soaked Dog

A rain soaked dog,
A kind small woman finds him,
Two frozen souls melt.

The Tree and the Wind

The wind pushes me,
He shoves me, shouts at me
But I won't budge,
NO, he can turn the mud to fudge,
But not me, NO!
He may be the wind but he doesn't rule me,

No, I like were I am and he must let me be,
I'm here in the spring time,
I'm here, with him, in the fall,
But I'm here most of all,
He can't move me,
He won't move me,
He moves bushes,
They go teer-n-thee,
But, no not me, no
N-O, N-O, I won't go,
Wind, you know to give in,
Wind, you know to give up
You can't win against me,
You are the wind, and I am a tree.

birth is good and death be bad?
maybe but our world is doomed by birth!
we are out of space here!
unbalanced!
we must not forget animals
WE steal THEIR habitat!
 
DOOMED! FIRST THEM THEN US!
KILLED! FIRST THEM THEN US!

We will all perish

   SING TO THE SUN!!!

Celebrate Mae's School wide SUN day!
Here's what you do:
Go outside and look at the sky
Breathe deeply and spin around
Start singing and dancing a song;
asking the rain to stop and the SUN to come out!
HAVE FUN!
And remember: this is for ALL ages so big kids- you do this too!
Signing off!
-Mae

The Water beats her big rock drum,
Yet no one knows where her arm comes from,
The Water kicks at the sands,
Yet I wonder if she stands,
The Water carries boats on her belly,
Yet people fall through into the dark and deadly,
Yet not alive
The Water must not die,
For it is she on which we rely,
And though we deny the truth sadly,
We treat her badly,
If not horrible.

A turtle looks out to lay her eggs,
scratching, scrapping, dig.
She finds a place,
plop, plip, lay.
The making of new lives begins,
thump, thud, heart beat.
A native village looks to take the eggs,
scratching, scrapping, dig
They find the place,
plop, plip, take.
Only two remain, thump, thud, heart beat.
The cycle begins anew,
dig, lay, heart beat,
dig, take, heart beat.
 Life: Fragile as a turtle egg.

A voice

the wind
a voice a voice
speaking to me
wait
wait i say
that's not the wind
voices voices
in my head
hahahaha!

Winter

ice chills the bone
wind whips the face
snow falls gently on you
frost makes the windows light up in the sunlight
winter

On the edge
 almost falling
always always
about to fall
-
Falling into the void
falling falling
forever falling
 everlasting fall
-
Being pulled back
back back
up up
on the edge
always always

There's a big white ship out in the blue
 it sways and turns and now sinks
 for the ship is in a shallow ocean
 hears crying from the deck
 and disappears
But the work is there
 as the cotton stays the same-
and the labor stays untouched
 and the soul still dwells
But the ship goes under
Still

-Sarah