Genevieve Coleman is the kind of person who some might call overly-invested in stories. Reading every night before bed with Mom and Dad turned into reading anything anywhere she can. This led her to crafting her own lore, still in awe of the greats who cause her to believe in novel characters more than real people. Living on the edge of imagination, she is a warrior on the front lines of authorhood, slaying Pre-Calc problems so she can finally work out poetry ideas after school. Someday, she wants to inspire others to cherish the stories that make us unique, but also bring us closer together.
Portrait by Seth Petty Used with permission Jan. 2018 |
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Rainy people by Genevieve Coleman
Wet is the man who stands in the rain, biding his time until he finds something better to do. His shoes almost mistake themselves for the ocean as the man transforms into a statue. Suddenly, minutes later, he looks over his shoulder as if finding another soul in the monsoon could make him any drier. He sees your face, despite your failed espionage efforts to remain concealed behind a nearby building. Starting toward you, he reaches into his infinite pockets. He struggles for his object of interest, a vague air of frustrated energy surrounding him. Finally extricating it, the man continues to close the distance between you, your fear of the stranger intensifying with each step. Frozen in place, you give him a look that would be comparable to that of Bambi faced with a hunter alone in the woods. With only a few feet remaining, he proffers his pocket contents: a single, crumpled yellow rose. Without a word, he strolls off into the damp night. |
Jaded Dreamer/Optimist Realist By Genevieve Coleman
I am a hopeless dreamer And I refuse to believe that I can change the world I realize this might come as a shock, but love belongs to everyone is a lie hatred always wins
In 30 years, I will tell my children that I have my priorities straight because realism is more important than denial
I tell you this: once upon a time people thought they could just follow the normal cycle of life going to college, falling in love, finding a job that makes them want to get out of bed in the morning having a family, creating their niche in the world, and that would be their legacy
But this will not be true in my era tragedy hits and in a second all your plans are eternally ruined
Experts in psychology tell me that after monumental disaster everyone throws their hands up in the air giving up on everything they’ve ever known
I will not concede that our childhood dreams of peace will reign
In a hundred years, the cracks in the world will turn into gaping holes
No longer can it be said that people recover because they believe that God can save them or they can do something to extricate themselves from grief stricken lives
It will become evident that among a crowd of people I was the one who just couldn’t accept the world the way it was
It is foolish to postulate that dreams could be the new reality |
Optimist Realist
Dreams could be the new reality
It is foolish to postulate that among a crowd of people I was the one who just couldn’t accept the world the way it was
It will become evident that people recover because they believe that God can save them or they can do something to extricate themselves from grief stricken lives
No longer can it be said that the cracks in the world will turn into gaping holes
In a hundred years, our childhood dreams of peace will reign
I will not concede that after monumental disaster everyone throws their hands up in the air giving up on everything they’ve ever known
Experts in psychology tell me that tragedy hits and in a second all your plans are eternally ruined
But this will not be true in my era once upon a time, people thought they could just follow the normal cycle of life going to college, falling in love, finding a job that makes them want to get out of bed in the morning having a family, creating their niche in the world, and that would be their legacy
I tell you this: denial is more important than realism I have my priorities straight because in 30 years, I will tell my children that hatred always wins is a lie love belongs to everyone
I realize this might come as a shock, but I can change the world and I refuse to believe that
I am a hopeless dreamer |