Pixel Poetry

With the right tool any person can become a poet.

(see what other poets have made)

  1. Step 1 / 3

    Uncover the story within the story.

  2. Step 2 / 3

    Drag, drop, and discard your words to write your poem.

  3. Step 3 / 3

    Save your poem and pass the words on.

Rebellion in Onyx

Theysayifyouaccidentallyswallowawatermelonseed,it’llgrowinsideyou.Theydon’tsay where,orhowwithoutsunlight.Onlythatyourinsidesturnalushbrightpinkandstripedgreen, mottledwithtinyseedsoftheirown.

Naturally,Iassumedthatthat’swherewatermelonscamefrom.Farmerssittingback,biding theirtimeandpoppingoutthekaleidoscopicfruitsoftheirlabors,every80days.Likeswollen snakesthathadeatenamealfarbeyondtheirmeans,nowwaitingpatientlytodigest.Itwasa fairassumptionandquiteanentrepreneurialoneatthat,foran8yearold.

Inthepeaceandprivateofheadsondesksdaydreams,Iwonderedlazilywhatelsecouldbe fruitfullygrownathome.Asafternoonsunstoleinthroughschoolwindows,turningScienceinto asauna,visionsofSugarPlumFarmersdancedinmyhead.

Playingasilentgameofchickeneverytimeweatewatermelon,werelishedtheideaofmissing MathandbinningBiologywhenweweretobecomebusinessowners.Spendingourdays thinkingwhatwe’dspenditon.Ourhardearnedmoney,pocketedfrompips.

IworkedonawatermelonfarminAustraliawhenIwas21,andsawinsurpriseasmybody grewtaughtandsinewy,ropesofmusclessprawlingacrossmybacklikeanimalswriggling undertheskin.Quitetheoppositeofthefatandfruitfulfarmersofmymind’seye.Wewerepaid ameaslyamount,butcouldgorgeourselvesonsweetmelonstoourheart’scontent,andtill tracksofstickyjuicerandowntoourelbows.

SomedaysIlayaroundinthestartlingcoolofclearskiednights,clutchingmyswollenstomach. Iimagineditsuddenlypink,stripedgreenandpepperedwithitsowngleefulseaofseeds.A sweetnostalgiaforschooldaysnacks,andeachbiteabrightblackjewelofdefiance-aquiet rebellioninonyx.