Poem: Feral Hearts

I’ve always felt a strange connection to the stars, one that I have never fully understood. I used to believe that it was simply the night itself that appealed to me. There is something so incredibly compelling about it. It’s not the silence, necessarily, but the way that every breath is amplified; it’s not so much the darkness, but the way that the stars light it up. There is an unparalleled magic to them, to the way that they swirl and writhe and explode of their own accord. Although the moon will orbit for eternity and the stars will eventually fade into submission, it is the latter that I admire the most. I would rather die at the hands of my own power and light than live infinitely off of the nectar of somebody else’s.

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

The applause of lightning shakes me to the very core, the anticipation of what's to come and more. The pelting liquids, washing our sins away. Blocks of destruction tower over the flat rock where the toxic monsters prowl and roar. My black bag feels heavy against my pale, numb fingers. My damp hair sticks to my itchy neck, red with my groping long nails.

The darkness is slowly scaring me making me feel overwhelmed. I can’t see anything. I feel suffocated and musty with all these boxes stocked next to me and on top of me. I’ve been here for so long and I feel so hopeless and useless. Then suddenly a bright light shines on me and I finally feel free from this very comfortless home. I wish someone would open this lid on top of me so I can breath in fresh air. But here I am staying strong and just patiently waiting. Then suddenly, I am lifted, opened, and place on top of a flat surface. I feel so nervous. I am hearing human voices. My wish is granted. It is my time, and I am free!

Out of the darkness, rivers of brilliant light and color began to flow all around her, as if a dam holding back a rainbow had miraculously burst. Then she heard the music... a melody so beautiful it tugged at her very soul. It was as if the euphony clothed her in an impenetrable blanket. She felt warm. She felt safe. Uncontrollably, tears welled up, the hymn gripping her heart, and she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut and instinctively her body curled into a protective ball.

Ever lonely star I see above me, is like a lonely person waiting for another star to come along. As another star comes along it shines that bright that there isn’t no other to compare with. He was the brightest star in the night, others seemed dull by comparison. Non-stop conversations began, and I started losing sleep. I got excite,a feeling I haven’t felt for a long time. We had even given each other nicknames, Blancss and Nakss, who had shared adventures, and a song that was randomly picked, Counting Stars.

In her mind’s eye, she now pictured him handsome with strong eyes that would one sunrise, take her away from the life she was destined to live. She knew she should go for help and then run to school to finish her final test to win the right to alter what she would some sunrise become. However, deep down, she could not make herself leave his side. This was her first opportunity to have a real friend, and she would not give this up for any prize on the Gods’

I lay back conjoined in pain with other bodies in a strange trance of celestial transcendence. I observe the sky with eyes shut as the internal northern lights throb to the beat of my heart. The rhythmic electric throngs of pain pain pulsates inside my flesh and bones like a patterned grammar that I can almost translate. I have decided to listen to the

New York lights shine high in the sky being contrasted by the darkness of the ground in front of us. Stars sparkle in the night sky, with the lights dancing around us. Take you out for the night on the town, but never bring you back the same way. Your eyes hinted with happiness. Your darkness slowly disappearing.

The creature cannot even begin to comprehend the love and affection which it seeks and was never shown. Thus, the creature begins to become more attached, eventually hoping to “win their favour and afterwards their love” (Chapter 12). However, upon its much-dreamed about meeting with its “protectors”, the ‘beast’ is “struck violently with a stick” (Chapter 15), by one of its beloved cottagers. This event seems to flip a switch in its mind, and the creature becomes “like the arch-fiend, [bearing] a hell within [himself], and [wishes to] spread havoc and destruction” (Chapter 16). Even after saving the young and helpless girl, it is deemed a monster and shot at by another villager.

The sun shines through the small basement window of the house. It’s early morning beams piercing across the face of a young girl as she sleeps. It takes awhile for the brightness to penetrate her green eyes but when it does she stretches lazily under the covers closing those eyes for yet one more moment of dreams. She suddenly bolts upright as she remembers what today is.

Probably out in the city of my dreams, light and stars, everything seemed to be perfect in my eyes. But the truth is, ashes are covered by people’s smiles, secrets, and sweet words. In the bright streets, souls are trying to find their purpose by running with fear and hope. Fear to find their path and to fail, to drown without achieving it. Yet, hope to find their real self that is bury underneath the world of deception. Hope in knowing that there are truths hidden in the

Golden streaks of sunlight cast a soft orange glow on my eyelids causing them to peel wide open. I found myself sprawled out in the pasture I collapsed in upon encountering the being. My heart rate slowed to its usual rhythm as it pounded within the cavity of my chest regaining equilibrium. Lush vegetation surrounded me. The sweet scent of the various species of plants from the bromeliads to the hairy gardenia permeated the sticky air. To my left was a secluded wooden cabin.

The two poems “Magic of Love” by Helen Farries and “Love Poem” by John Frederick Nims are both poems with the central theme of love. The ways that these two authors express this theme differ significantly from each other and show two spectrums of love in literature. Through their use of syntax, diction, rhyme, and meter, these poets portray love in a unique and personal manner that illicit specific emotions from the reader for a variety of possible reasons, which will be analyzed in this essay.

The vivid sunset melts scarlet, gold and violet together to capture the sight of her hot chocolate. The birds serenade my ears from afar. The autumn leaves forced to dance by the chilly breeze, as it dances with my hair. As the cool breeze sways around it slightly brushes against my lips leaving a salty, but sweet taste behind. The grass, splashed with the cologne of Petrichor, trying to court my hand and legs. She broke all love connections to look down the hill as the horns screamed at each other.