elementia issue 3
Sometimes I CryBy JDC Resident
Sometimes when I sit in my room I think of home
I think of all the things I miss and how I’m alone
In all the loneliness I get consumed in sadness and fear
Then I feel the pain as I shed a tear
Sometimes when I’m in my room and I’m entrapped in silence
The MilkmanBy Jaden Gragg
The milkman used to come up this way,
Bringing us his creamy milk, and stories, back in the day.
A dusty train followed him, rising up into the sky,
His buggy drove low, but his spirits sang high.
In my mind, I still see his horse-drawn car,
What time Is It?By Patrick Barry
“Within the surface of the fleeting river the wrinkled image of the city lay.” I stopped and observed this for some time deep in thought about how much I wanted a gas-powered sweater. Sadly, being a stand up comedian, I had little or no money.
Holes in the HeavensBy Drew Wilson
The sky is bright
But the Stars are cold
Like eyes, they twinkle
Ancient and old
Looking down on the Earth far below
They watch and wait,
And what’s more, they know
They look down, older than time
Staring at me
Scarlet HallBy Jaden Gragg
Hearing the phantom calls of the organ,
And the soft murmur of the church choir,
Awakened from sleep with a feeling she couldn’t describe,
She got out of bed and followed it outside.
A careful mist lay over her small town, a light shield of protection.
Lonely ManBy Alison Stephens
A lonely man sits on the side of the road
He sings a song,
La, la, la.
He stops, silence.
Red, green, yellow, red, green, yellow
The light keeps turning
Over and over
But no one is in sight, besides the lonely man
White DeathBy Rachel Karner
Daring to yearn for freedom as
the doors of your prison open
the view of white death before you
all of your small hopes broken
standing in a door between hell’s
cold fingers brush your skin
beautiful death covers the hills
Forgotten: The HolocaustBy Alexa Schnieders
The horror, the brutality
eats away at my heart until I no longer
see the need to go on.
I bite my lip,
holding in the
I want the world to hear.
but they won’t.
The Sun is SetBy Hannah Gerwick
the water is still.
sitting on the dock, watching the horizon
the bright orange, pink, yellow sky
with a mix of purple and blue
slowly fading away into darkness
Reflections on WaterBy Jessica Sutter
The water spraying around me
The waves like endlessness enveloping me,
Surrounding me, smothering me
The hugeness of the ocean
Obscures my vision
Numbs my senses
Yet I feel the waves
I feel the water
The TwilightBy Audra Spitzer
Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night? You look around and all your clocks are flashing. Blinking, on and off, on and off. You think to yourself, was it supposed to storm tonight? You decide the best way to find the solution is to check outside.