Poetry Palooza
“Peach”
By Hollie Bolster
A peach, though delicious for sure,
is a damn messy affair.
Light fuzz like the first few hairs to sprout in ones groin,
must be rubbed and rubbed till the skin is slick,
then the teeth break said skin,
delve into the rich moistness within,
and its juices trickle down chins
chins widening in smiles of delight,
smiles so light and simple they
can make near anyone lickety split happy.
Then the pit, a stone amongst jewelry,
one has to beware the pit or the
aforementioned teeth can be chipped.
In the end though the effort is worth it,
for a cold juicy peach is a summer treat,
not to be missed.
“The Ghost”
By Terra Kelly
I am the ghost
The ghost that haunts your dreams
I am the coldness that you hide
The hate that waits inside
I am every lie you ever told
Every promise you tried to hold
I am the ghost
The ghost that haunts your dreams
I am the lust that drives you
The greed that turns you
The sloth that kills you
I am the ghost
I am the ghost that haunts your dreams
Because I am what you refuse to see
Because I am you