Murder of My Spirit by Logan Rea
The chills from their calls
The cold that then falls Urging me to open up to my natural laws Intuition is what they bring Like the ink in the “Trees of Think”
They stain the grey skies
Like blobs of thought
Dropping messages from above; each one being caught
Eyes dark, as the unknown
Feathers slick and bright like obsidian; sharper
than stone
Wings that control the winds below
These are the creatures that live inside my soul
So heavily misjudged, yet unaware of these
things
Only bringing positivity in the faces of change
Guiding those who accept with gifts of positivity and content
Giving those the ability to process things they regret
Unbearably unique is the song they sing
Only those who listen can understand the ring
They guide my inner spirit
They allow my spirit to drink
I feel so deeply for the creatures who fuel my
“think”
I relate to them as they relate to me
We both are misjudged due to other people’s missteppings
We are beings of change who only fear ourselves being blank
Just like the murder inside me,
I will forever fly free, forever think, forever blot life with my dark ink
Skip Me
by Logan Rea
Picking up the pieces I’ve dropped
Holding as many as your arms will allot
Carrying the fragments of my emotions
Finding just the right spot
My feelings for you,
Being thrown like stones
At the never ending lake, that is my home
Flashbacks splash
Like flat surfaces of rock
Skipping over me,
Rippling out from the shock
Every rock is another moment
Every moment is another splash
And everything reminds of what I’ll never
have back
So skip rocks upon my surface no more
I can’t bear to deal with these emotions,
As the ripples touch my shores
I am reminded that life is short,
And just like that you fade away
I guess you got tired of skipping rocks for the
day…
About the author: Logan Rea is a 16-year-old poet in Reading. Through their work, Rea aims to connect with others through the exploration of their lived experiences, emotions and visions. They are inspired by the power of language to spur introspection and liberation.
