Purple Dust and Owning Things

My name is my own my own my own

owning myself entirely is the only way

to ward off the worrying: the wrong

doing; the only sane way to sit at a restaurant

outside the context of botched operations

staining the fabric of my dress blue and pink and

white; I can’t see the stars in the sky anymore

I can’t breathe or sigh anymore when I have to wait

to catch my breath or a bus to get anywhere else

besides here. I trace the texture on my face my

face of purple stars billowing in soft fabrics wrapped around my outline

owning my starry-eyed soul is the most direct route to meaningless salvation

separated from the rest of the meaningful world the most direct route

through a memorized painting is the colors I perceive. 

Very Soon, And in Pleasant Company

Soon is a complicated word,

Does soon mean tomorrow or in two years?

Does it depend on what I’m focusing on?

When I crack open a cookie,

My fortune will spill out like a yolk,

I’ll scramble it together,

Figure it out,

Piece

By

Peace.

The Rain and Nature

The summer is the hottest season.

The sun becomes angry.

But sometimes it goes under the clouds.

It can’t show its hotness.

The rain starts.

The nature gets drenched.

Sometimes it rains slowly,

But sometimes it starts to rain cats and dogs.

The entire nature becomes cold.

Everything goes to under water.

The trees start to take bath,

The leaves become clean.

Sometimes it rains over a day!

The people can’t go to their work.

It sounds awesome.

That’s true.

But for the general people it’s like the curse.

Because they can’t earn their foods.

Don  Bormon is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

The Ancient One  

Before the stars began to shine, 

Or the moon was a pale light in the night , 

Eons came and went, 

In this age we live in, 

Stories were told and retold, 

Until lost in the in the mists of time. 

Many wise men shared their wisdom, 

And their truths were made known 

To the world.. 

But the people walked on in darkness, 

Trampling their truths as they went. 

Their weapons became more and more fearsome, 

And they had help with the evil they chose. 

The Ancient One is watching, 

He knows this too shall pass, 

He seen it come,  

And He watched it go, 

He is the first and the last. 

Water

Once a man went near a sea and said to the water, “Tell me something about you.” The water said to the man, “I can bring flood and can destroy a country, People drink me when they feel thirst, People use me to wash their bodies.” After hearing this the man again said to the water, “You have so much power that you can destroy a country but you always take the shape of the thing where you’re kept.” Saying this, the man took water in a pot and went from there.