Index: My Body

Samara Roberts

1st Place

Long Poetry

“Index: My Body”

 
Arms, 342-359
        Aching for a hug, 350
        Too full, 345
        Broken, 343
 
Birth Marks, 75
        Above my tailbone (shaped like Africa)
On my Throat
        On my upper right arm
Splashed on my left elbow
 
Breasts, 300-330
Big, 307
        Pretty, 323
That boys stare at, 306
        Uneven, 325
(see also, Why I Have Back Problems)
 
Butt, 100
(see also, Perfect)
 
Dancing, 250
In The Kitchen
        On My Own
        With Abandon
        With Friends
(See also, My Legs and Feet)
 
Eyes, 35
        Blue as the summer sky, 36
(see also, My Soul)
 
Feet, 500
        Constantly aching, 501
        Never Smelly, 502
(see also, Dancing)
 
Hair, 37-52
Blonde, 37
Blowing in the wind, 39-42
Long, 51
Short, 50
Twirling through fingers, 48
 
Hands, 7 - 8
Always cold, 7
        Painting pictures, 7
That boys like to hold, 8
 
Legs, 450-455
        Curvy, 453
        Pale, 451
        Strong, 454
(see also, Prickly)
 
Lost and Found,
        Fingernails
        My Sense of Humor
        Vision
(see also, Teeth)
 
My Soul, 1000
Friendly
        Saved
        Vulnerable
(see also, Eyes)
 
Nose, 650
        Cute
        Sneezing
        Sniffly
        In A Book
 
Perfect, 200
(see also, Butt)
 
Teeth, 32
Biting lips
Chewing food
        Finally Free From Braces
        White(ish)
(see also, Lost and Found)
 
Why I Have Back Problems, 10
Reading (for hours)
        Sleeping (curled up in a ball)
        Standing (tall)
(see also, Breasts)

Fire

Jade Menchaca

2nd Place 

Long Poetry

She sat watching as the fire danced.

She remembers when she was as young as the orange flames.

Now she was a red hot coal about to burn out and turn to dust.

She was never this deep, but with age comes wisdom right?

Well, if that were true then she must be the wisest, but she didn’t feel wise.

In fact, all she felt was despair.

People were barely getting on this rollercoaster

Her ride was almost up.

Her gray hair as wiry as the lines she hangs her clothes on.

Everyone looked at her as if she may just fall over dead, that’s it, just death!

Is that what life is really about?

You are born just to die and then what?

Well, there are the worms and the maggots to help decompose the situation. God, how terrible!

That’s it, God is the answer or is it better to believe in multiple gods?

Oh who cares anymore

There is no comfort in death.

Her mind was settled that death was unnecessary

If only she could tell her failing heart that

And as the coal burned out

So did her last breath

The fire was dead.

The Winner

Landry Arthur

3rd Place 

Long Poetry

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain

The first line of this poem was stolen from a song

And yet I feel no shame

Is there something wrong with me?

Is there a particular feeling that I should feel?

What’s wrong with this place?

There is no way this could be real

How did I get here?

How do I get home?

Will you come with me?

I don’t like traveling alone

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain

The first line of this poem was stolen from a song

And yet I feel no shame

Is there something wrong with me?

Is there a particular feeling that I should feel?

What’s wrong with this place?

There is no way this could be real

How did I get here?

How do I get home?

Will you come with me?

I don’t like traveling alone

Audaz

Martha Flores 

1st Place 

Short Poetry

I do not fear falling,

If my laces fall astray

I do not fear dishevelment,

When the wind twists my hair

I will not fear leaps of faith,

Or trials of courage;

For fear, cannot drag me again.

Yellow Roses

Samara Roberts 

2nd Place

Short Poetry

Eleven bright blooming

Buds of yellow summer

Wilt away

In a pickle jar -

Too fragile to

Take the stuffy heat

Of romantic air.

Please

Anonymous Satin 

3rd Place 

Short Poetry

It's like I'm all bundled up

With too much to hide.

The insults in my head

Won't die down inside.

When all I do is want to scream,

Want to cry,

Want to hide,

Want to die.

You all put me down like I'm nothing at all

And no one comes running whenever I choose to call,

When I yell for help,

Crying on my knees,

I feel I'd have to bleed out for you to even hear my plead.