You're the artist with the pen,
the painter with the brush,
the designer with the colour swatches.
You interpret your dreams,
give rise to your ambition,
create your ideal future.
Your vision crystallizes at will,
draws upon your imagination
to materialize your surroundings.
There may be times of ugliness
when the world seems dark and
intent on dragging you down.
Remember this too shall pass,
renew your closeness with nature
and replenish that innate beauty and joy.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
breathe air breathless
mirror, I'm cold for you
our whisper crystallizes in
outside white; so my dark
warmed frosty wet
" Snow flowers in Antarctica (the South Pole) are a natural phenomenon that occurs in polar regions. The flowers are formed from water vapor that escapes from cracks in the thin layer of surface ice. Upon contact with the cold air, this vapor crystallizes, creating these flowers."
ice crystals flowers!
beautiful Antarctica!
a rare sight to see!
Sensual and untamed
Thought, crystallizes into
Hedonistic foe.
Written by Gail DeBole
On October 12, 2023
Updated on October 13, 2023
These words that pour out from thoughts.
Randomly without making patterns, at first.
OK. Sometimes making random patterns.
Spurting out and mixing like
Ingredients for a batter.
Swirls like nothing else.
Until cohesive in my mind.
Maybe not in yours.
Meaning in my world.
Sometimes in yours.
Meaning that sometimes escapes me
Until a future epiphany crystallizes.
Orange grapes floating in a sea of waves.
Meaning and importance that can be suspect.
See what I mean?
They all end up on this screen.
Cleanse me by the filter of dawn,
as the honeycomb
of mind"s awareity crystallizes,
the waxing of membrane,
the taxing of the soul.
The blueprint of a-maze-,
droning possibility, silver gaze of a Queen.
Pregnant with jaded-ambiguity,
feeding with the milk and honey
dripping facets in cluster, cleaving abreast of new beginnings.
He talks and acts accordingly
On his beliefs and visions
He spans through successes
Failures and break-ups
He embarks on countless trips
To the realm of ideas
And crystallizes them
To profit the system
He tends.
He has direct-dial button
To the souls and aspirations
Of his followers
He is always running
Since he knows
Time is ticking and fleeting...
He constantly cites
The latest need for the system
And when running floods of ideas
Begin to level off
He is there to put the best spin
On the buttons.
The running floods of ideas
Never tire rather fires him
Into churning out projects
With crystal streams of resounding successes.
Though feuds and controversies may rise
He remains undaunted in
Actualising his vision and ideas.
A true visionary is centuries ahead of his time...
And indeed a “COLOSSUS”
Furious purple pen
Seeking sassy strawberries
A black fly in the coffee
The pen waits and waits
In case a gale grows and gathers
Sticks to shake the branches
Fervent pink pomegranate
Offers a warm handshake
Pen quietens
The poem crystallizes
Shinning shimmering glare
Strikes my eyes as the sun
Crystallizes your flow.
How you came about
Is still uncertain,
We may never know.
Oh mother of Earth,
Nothing is possible
If you don’t run.
Who would have thought,
A combination of 3 atoms
Is what keeps us alive?
Regardless of its form,
Solid, liquid or gas
We have it all around.
Nothing is eternal,
And just as it appeared
It can vanish at any time.
Future generations march,
Thirsty in body soul and heart
All yearning for a drop.
What will we do,
When all we have
Is oxygen and hydrogen apart?
It’s now up to you,
My reader,
I already made the ode to H2O.
-Inactive Volcano
Leverage your preamble yes you almighty you
The dawn is showing with no silky waves nor satin ripples dare to stand and welcome the upcoming morning dew
There'll be no cover and no shining armour would be able to cushion that protruding permeating pulsating heat accrued
Through the true truth running into that thick, into that thin, into that mine mind of succulent bulls
Alluding to the supposed faint desperation that is not yet evident yet appearing as if its cool
Hovering, building up in the hidden bubbles of each and every unconsciousness ever brewed
Ever breathed, ever uttered, ever shouted and ever imparted to the air, the space, the wind and the full fool of pools
Waiting for the right moment for the bubbles to ballooned buffoon bloom
To burst and impacted on timed and ticked revelations of baby booms
Giving birth to pseudo-prophets claiming for, looking for, pointing at and defining to the hard embellished truth
The moment the truth defines itself and crystallizes into a physical tomb
That moment would become irrelevant to many fools who drools for tool
For being is never about becoming and becoming is a far cry from being the supposed expected true you
Becoming is never about being
Leverage your preamble whenever you feel all mighty
For the dawn is showing its humongous appearance
With no silky waves nor satin ripples
To cushion the heat protruding permeating pulsating through and through
Into that thick, into that thin, into that flippy-floppy mind of yours
Alluding to the supposed faint desperation
That is not yet evident
And is still invisible
Hovering and building up in the everywhere hidden bubbles of
Each and every unconsciousness ever expressed
Ever breathed, ever uttered, ever shouted and ever imparted
To the air, the space, the wind and the in between
Waiting for the right moment
For the bubbles to ballooned up
To burst and impacted on timed and ticked revelations
Giving birth to pseudo-prophets claiming for
Looking for, pointing at and defining to
The truth
The moment the truth defines itself
And crystallizes into a physical manifestation
That moment would become irrelevant to many
For being is never about becoming
And becoming is a far cry from actually being
In moments brief, rippled light pierces dark.
Exposing the shadowed world of desire.
Rising like a mist, a decision stark.
Whether the soul refrains, when flesh sets fire.
Between two fragile worlds that tug and haunt.
Where the sun neither sets or rises.
The measured distance from soul and flesh taunt.
The struggle for dominance crystallizes.
Like leaves drifting silent through open space.
Like a bird gliding in wondrous flight.
The soul seeks to find its final face.
When it stirs from restless human plight
To argue with reason, when emotions reign.
To release a demon, your soul to blame
8/26/15
Fire
Scorching, Danger
Blazes, Burns, Melts
Torch, Bonfire, Snowflakes, Icebergs
Crystallizes, Solidifies, Expands
Frost, Freezing
Snow
day's mind thinks for all
night crystallizes to self
though mind's for many
feeling his eyes on the part of my hair,
the cold ice blue,
chilling every feeling i'll ever have for him.
the stare crystallizes what will never be between us.
he could call me his dirty little pretty,
brushing fingers across my stomach,
brushing his mouth against my lips.
and none of it will mean a thing.
a ribbon in a mine field,
one that isnt composed of flesh and veins.
and those eyes tell it all.
i wish that i could know, still,
to have it written in ink,
or better yet,
blood or cum.
that he could never want me,
that its not even about me.
and maybe i could look at him again,
eyes resting on me for different reasons.
over tequila shots,
joints being passed around,
i might immortalize the words.
that i love him.
and i want him to love me the way he loves his boyfriend.
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