By R. Moores Another day passes into night, night to dawn, dawn to dusk In between there is another kind of hour, an hour known to so few...

By Katie Fleming The violent river beckoned, there I stood, My tear-filled eyes gazing into the flood. It didn’t look far to fall, No,...

By Ishita Das He climbed the tree to see the world but fell too soon. Millions of followers close to his heart yet they were thousand...

By Cait Price Like all types of grief, the death of a relationship demands a water burial. I call it drowning. We are watching its...

By Nonysmgrl Caravan of catastrophic events Misaligned lines We were meant to have intersect Yet, I’m still holding my breath Visions of...

By Jade M. Wong The murderer’s eyes look just like mine— Inherited from our parents, A lifetime of small good deeds And large...

By Joy Clyne As the hands of unwanted authority Took my tiny hands That fit into his single hand Being led to the slaughter Of fine décor...

By Christopher Sedgwick Codeine for opiate dreams Cocaine for days mundane Some who indulge are considered insane Others know it helps...

By Ella Penn You do not breathe air, nor eat the fruits of the earth. You are not ruled by the setting of the sun. You are in eternity,...

By Teagan Nguyen “I am Lady Macbeth, trade milk for gall Lilith and Eve, genesis of downfall Wicked Witch of the West, stuff of...

By Shiva Hey Little One... If you ever read my words, I’ve got something to tell you. You’ve still got so much to learn About life and...

By Allan J. Manson You have my love, but the littlest piece of it. The piece that dreams of what could have been, or should have, or, if...

By Amder Saqladi Body of plastic, but porcelain heart- You like your marionettes to be kept in the dark. Just make sure her strings are...

By David Valentine To Ophelia, Down the beams of moonlight racing, South the river’s waters tracing, Slowly by a starless sky, the poet...

By Jocelyn Saunders just adapt follow the leader maybe it'll get better my organs lie on metal plates in front of you stick a needle in...

By Luke Aymon I burned. I couldn’t tell you why; It was beyond me. It felt natural. My soul roiled in the blaze. Peering in, columns of...

By David Wright She is an artist, tenderly dappling highlights and accents of Warm white onto the lips of lovers kissing on a warm park...

By Tara Aryan Sweeping and swallowing upon the lake, My heart is plastic, the gold is fake. Dripping with nothing, natural and bare, The...

By Randy Garcia The walls of this strange place I call my room close around me. My heart mimics the wings of a hummingbird. My mind a...

By Ryan Kennedy A dream rises off you in a feverish tide, and Once more you’re searching for somewhere to hide. The scent of your...