Okay, I'm on a computer now, so I should succeed. On my phone I kept accidently x-ing out my page, and it was taking forever, and it just wasn't great.

So yeah.

No such thing as magic

Sitting on your back stoop,

chatting and laughing and listening,

and I pointed out the sun

glinting off the windows

of your garage.

"Do you think that means

the fairies are smiling at us?"

I asked,

but you just laughed.

"There's no such thing as 

fairies."

At my house,

crying because I scraped my knee,

and maybe that meant

the angels didn't like me

anymore.

"Hey," you said,

"Calm down. There's no such thing as

angels. You're just clumsy."

A school talent show. 

I was praying the fates

wanted me to win.

You snorted.

"There's no such thing as 

fates, just you

and the judges."

At the park,

swinging on the creaky swingset,

I noticed how the leaves danced

in the breeze.

I bit my lip

and didn't point it out.

Alone.

Watching the sun fall asleep, but

suns don't fall asleep.

My mind laughs at me in your voice.

No such thing as

magic.

That worked a lot better on a computer then a phone. And a lot faster.

So yeah. 

There's my poem. 

I know I disappeared from the CB for a little bit, but this prompt really had me thinking, so yeah here's my poem!:

No such thing as magic~

i look into the stars,

staring at their souls,

watching as they 

wander in front of my eyes,

watching as they

study me, as i study them,

watching as they dance before me,

putting on a dazzling show high

above my head.

They sparkle

and shine,

and it feels just like magic.

i whisper to myself, "i love

magic."

but i know, even if i hate to admit it,

i know.

but it just makes the stars so much

less beautiful, so much less

magical.

i watch the show

that nature puts on, almost as

if it's just for me. 

yes, i love magic

but i know it's just not true.

i know, despite what i want to believe, that 

magic 

is not 

real. 

I'm extending the date to the 12th. I hope the theme is okay!

Writing this from an iPad so we'll see how it goes?

-- 

oh, child.

you are young, however old you think you may be, however high you hold yourself,

you are young.

you march through the halls with your chin up and your hands on your hips, shorter than the light switches,

faded blue blanket dragging on dusty floorboards behind you.

oh, child, I cry for you.

cry for your innocence, your naivety, your youth

you are innocent,

even if you can reach light switches now and your faded blankets are long since abandoned,

even as you shove backpacks into middle school lockers and braid your own hair.

oh, child, someday you will know.

someday, your naivety will be something you look back on with regrets and a bittersweet smile, someday,

you will miss when the answers to all the hard questions were when you're older

oh, child, I smile for you

for your youth and your innocence and naivety

I smile for you, child

for you still haven't learned that magic doesn't exist forever,

if there ever was such a thing. 

Theres  no such thing as magic 

That's what they all say

But the truth is hard to run from

You cannot keep it at bay.

There's no such thing as magic

Parents tell their kids

But they still believe in fairies

Gnomes and their magic lids.

There's no such thing as magic

That's what my friends believe

But what I know differs

Cause the magic folks help me succeed. 

'I know magic exists'

With your words,

Filled with determination and resolve 

I come to believe it 

'I know magic exists'

Through a shining grin

Or Tear-slicked cheeks 

You never let the world break you down 

'I know magic exists'

Watching the sun dip deep down or peak over the horizon

Catching glowing fireflies near the pond in humid summer nights

Letting snowflakes lilt down, deep blue sky filled with stars 

'I know magic exists'

Over a smokey battlefield

And glorious palaces and estates

Forcing yourself through it all with those words

So why now

Are your eyes draining of life,

Tears carrying away the last essence of you 

Final breaths leaving your lips as you bleed out your life's blood

How can you say 

With your final rasping words 

'There's no so thing as magic' 

I hear a silent 'not anymore.' 

Sorry I'm late! So this theme was pretty strange and I like how you guys interpreted it. It was pretty hard to decide who won this one! Thank you all for participating :D

Honerable mentions (in no particular order, as usual)

Cranberry-- I like this poem because it sounds a little like a nursery rhyme. The rhyming flows well and sounds cool, and the wording itself is fun and clever. I like the lines "there's no such thing as magic/that's what parents tell their kids/but they still believe in fairies/gnomes and their magic lids." Overall, this is a fun, interesting poem! 

WordSong-- Oh, WordSong. This is so sad and beautiful and true. The way that the person the speaker is, well, speaking to has an influence on what they think and do is realistic and the way this person's thoughts and opinions and worries were shattered and forced together again in a different way (wow that was very metaphorical) is powerful. This poem hit me hard and continues to. Also, I love the description, especially "and I pointed out the sun/glinting off the windows/of your garage," and "I noticed how the leaves danced/in the breeze." This is a powerful, pretty poem.

Third to first place:

3rd place: Spellbound-- Wow, Spellbound! This poem is very pretty and I love the wording and description. I enjoy imagining this scene in my head. I enjoy the idea that stars have magic in them or just are magic, and this poem really brought that to life. My favorite line is "I look into the stars,/staring at their souls,". That part feels especially metaphorical in a pretty way. This was a magical, enchanting poem!

Second place: Jaybells-- This poem was quite intriguing, as many of your poems are. It reminded me a little of WordSong's, but maybe reversed. I think it's interesting that the character in the poem who insists that magic is real no matter how hard things get suddenly stops believing in it, not when it seems like all is gone but when it really is. And when the speaker sees this character stop believing in it, it feels like the magic has faded from their life, too, like the only magic in the speaker's life was that character. My favorite lines are "watching the sun dip down or peak over the horizon/catching glowing fireflies near the pond in humid summer nights." Beautiful, deep poem!

First place: Lumi-- Wowo, this was a sad poem. Sad is good though. I think the point of view was quite interesting, the way that a definitely older but only supposedly wiser character was speaking to a young, hopeful child who didn't know any better.  I like the last lines, "for you still haven't learned that magic doesn't exist forever,/if there ever was such a thing." I also enjoy "you will miss when the answers to all the hard questions were when you're older," and "even as you shove backpacks into middle schoool lockers and braid your own hair." Those lines felt deep, relateable, and pretty. This is an amazing poem, congrats!

Nice job everyone, can't wait for the next round! :DDD