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...

By Weronika Alchimionek they have left her frail body at a wet shore she was eaten by crazy men who raped her and beat her out of her...

By Maddie There is this electricity in my bloodstream that bars my veins to freeze. Keeps me awake on nights I fancy eternal slumber....

By Teagan Sherwin Many battles have been fought and many have been lost, Because we do not know what words could mean and what they...

By C. McCrindle Two in the morning, it’s cold and it’s dark, Words in my head, leaving their mark. Sitting on the doorstep, tearstained...

By Daniel D. Reimer There was no more celerity No more flickering of hope Just the spark in my hand And the shadow that walked in front...

By Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no...

By Sylvia Plath The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning...

By Christopher Sedgwick Blood. She came for blood To cause a flood Some Crimson lake Something to seep beneath the mud To insert that...

By Sara Teasdale I went out at night alone; The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings— I bore my...