Tierra Ola
Bio
Welcome to my page! I am currently an intern at Avant-Youth magazine and a student at GSU. While in school, I am striving to continue writing and publishing articles that will benefit my community and the voices that remain silenced.
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The Edge
What is the rush of it all? Why be in such a hurry to an early grave? After all, once you’ve lived life to it’s fullest, there is nothing else left to do………to feel. Who wants to get caught up in death’s trap, hanging upside down? Standing from the shadows of a place far beyond our own, watching as their world and everything they have ever known, crashing down like a thousand chandeliers. The rush of fear, the unknown, and what is yet to come. It is the Adrenaline, thumping through your pulse in your wrist. It is the Dopamine that is released through your nimble brain. The rush you feel is as if you can take over the world. Your attitude shifts from hasty, your soul very prudent, and your eyes give the look of fearlessness. I am not one to live life on the edge, simply because I am the edge. I am the nonchalant, impulsive, and audacious rush that you feel all at once. Yes, the one that consumes your impervious ways and you too become the edge.
By Tierra Ola5 years ago in Poets
Birds of a Feather
They say birds of a feather flock together, but what happens when there comes a change of the weather? Perhaps, a change of direction or misleading conception? Through it all, we stood tall, yet somehow, we still let it fall. We have lost touch with one another, with no relation to our brothers, and bashing each other. Whiteface, black face, new face, the human race- However, we still don’t know our place. Somehow, we still aren’t aware of the fact that many voices are stronger than one, but the war has already begun. See, birds of a feather must stick together, because without teamwork, we can’t make the dream work and we will never know our worth. When are we going to stop antagonizing and fantasizing over a future that we cannot even put into action because we’re worried about other reactions? The time is now or never because birds of a feather flock together.
By Tierra Ola5 years ago in Poets
Crystal Pains
It kills me inside. As I morph into never-ending blues, I hear screams in my head grow louder. It seems to be infinitive and the more I try to escape, the stronger I feel its tugging pull. Why won’t it disappear? I ball up into fetal position and let them fall. I let them all fall. They glide along my cheeks, glistening almost, in the smoothest way possible. Physically, they free all debris from my eyes. Yet, emotionally, they are the windows of my soul, crying out for help from any bystander. The crystal pains, you see, have become part of me. They attack when I am at my weakest and the swelling of them forming in my waterline until one finally makes them fall…. Yes, I let them all fall.
By Tierra Ola5 years ago in Poets
