Life is No Monet

By Ashley Crisp

Lilly pads float
seamlessly upon the brisk pond.
Bashful pink flowers
emerge from their center.
Pastel blues and greens
dance across the canvas,
blending the paints together.
Strokes of the brush
create a scene where
viewers wish to escape reality,
to a land of Easter colors,
where skies are never grey,
and it’s spring year round.
There’s never harsh winter
snow to freeze our lives,
but ice rain pours when
we are content,
turning our once vibrant lilies to
brown, rotting paper bags.

Cyber Space

By Ashley Crisp

Fingers punch the
keypad viciously.
Your emotionless face
hiding behind the computer screen.
Instead of punching and
kicking your,
weapons are cuss words,
digs,
low blows,
cowardly words of hate,
hidden behind technology.

The tears
depression and
anxiety of
unsuspecting victims
pass through your conscience,
absent of compassion.
As your thumb
smashes enter a
grinchly smirk
curls at the corners of your
chafed mouth.

Harming others is the only
solution for you to
maintain high self-esteem.
Unfortunately you can't
hide forever behind the keys.