Two more years Two more summers Two more Christmases Two more years Time is slipping Moments lost Tick tock tick tock Two more years 22 more months 96 more weeks 673 more days 16,140 more hours 968,449 more minutes 58,106,978 …
Clear Water by Clara Bailey
The waves are crashing against us now, love As we stand, feet in the sand, despite our lives Our hands suspended over the water, our names: The knife-blade sun slicing white through the blue The air tastes and whips as …
Love, Grass, and Cat by Khaleigh Reed
A tingly feeling as the rough grass brushes against my arm, and my fingers seem to easily run between the greenery sprouting from earth. What is Earth? She’s a birth, a big ball waiting to be molded, not shy to …
My Lips Are Sewn Shut by Isolde Flynn
All my life I have struggled with laying my soul Bare via the words that fall from my mouth. Whether I was Crying out for help, or expressing my own anger, I always choked. Dying for someone to listen to …
Shadowdancer by Loralei Penumbra
You could not have known how the moonlight lit your hair. You could not have seen the hope in your defiant glare. I wish you would have listened, to the voice you heard below – telling you it shimmered, like …
Spring by Lauren Aoki
I will meet you in spring, Where the grass grows and the wind howls, Where the ice fades and the blossoms twist into blooms, Where the cats roam and the birds sing, A gentle melody strummed across the yellow sky, …
SOUL by Juliet Moore
climb inside my soul use the crack that appeared when I discovered that leaders don’t lead the way they once did use the hole that formed when I realized that kindness is not as common as it once was use …
Becoming a man by DeAndre Bright
Few examples remain today. Most great men have been led astray. What is new? Greatness must rise from the dirt. Righteousness remains in the heart of the hurt. A man must suffer to eat. Any other way leads to defeat. …
My ocean by Olivia Stevens
That it was midsummer and i saw you & (it should’ve been nothing but) it was a rainy evening in june & the ocean is falling from the sky That i’m pulled apart by the tide, left untied in the …
Little Girl by Jennifer Valk
You once asked me what it would take to ease the burdens and sorrows of the little 10-year-old girl living deep within myself. I scoffed. Because – really. Why would I have an answer to that? Little 10-year-old me? I …