By Jay Horan ༻✧༺ take my scars with these scars i rise in southernland i rise on an equine i rise on these rails i rise with my strings i...

By Christopher Sedgwick Death my guardian angel or sin Provider of the truth and lie I am in A world denounced and people So putrified...

By Tom Robert Roy I met a someone, middle-aged or less, We had a date, she wore a stunning dress, Her bargain makeup plied to win a race...

By Universal Shiva That day you took that rope, Before your last breath, Believed there was no hope, Ready to face death. I often wonder...

By Christopher Sedgwick Leave it up to me To forget about the sea The salty sweated kisses Sand dunes, licked by breeze Our hearts beat...

By Maisie Barlow The sun is shining but there’s a dull ache, I should be feeling happy but I can’t shake this strange feeling of...

By Sara Louise Wheeler Dr Sara Louise Wheeler has Waardenburg Syndrome Type 1, and she is exploring all aspects of her embodied...

By Safiyyah Altaf You were growing on me Like moss awakening and attaching Mass awakening and hatching Divine orchestration of the...

By Gemma Green I ask that you keep me around as a courtesy And that courtesy keeps me as pristine as she found me Spry, and with a bundle...

By Zaphkiel Feathers ruffled, the bird sits With friends, though they are alone. They want to go home, It is too hot here in the Sun, But...

By C.J. These are the words of a drifting mind. My pride, my pain, my guilt...my ever distant muse of fortune. Through the sear of regret...

By Barbara Harris Leonhard What is healing but the stabbing to death of pain, the banishment of shadows, the release of sorrows, the...

By Lucy Pettigrew History is repeating itself, stuck to the cracks in my wall and festering because I don’t want to face the clean-up....

By Kameron Lo A carousel of misery Twirling in throes of regret Release me from this burdened flesh And self destructive intellect...

By Jonathan Fear I crushed a wild rose, in my hand In my hand The thorns cut deep And the blood flowed fast The pain decreasing The...

By David Valentine I choke down a hundred placebos, Row by row they weekly go, The sugar sweet pseudo-psychosis . . . O Novacaine!...

By Sara Louise Wheeler “The ear is important”, said the tutor – several times. “You hear the stressed vowel”; the hearing, always the...

By Elina Tasioula ditched in the alley gimme them cigarettes got 'em paid for holla kid mamma's on the phone she licks the ashtrays...

By Dorota Chioma In the moment of a defeat, In the crisis of a mental breakdown, Abused by its brutality, Left exposed, Vulnerable,...

By R. Moores Space, wind, trees Breathe in while you can — _little one — _the worst is yet to come Alone you are not safe, alone you are...