You came by my window and you hovered there, I gasped at your beauty as you floated in air. So small yet so perfect you brightened my day, And I thought for a moment that you’d come to stay. But …
Poison by Jolise Hansen
The distribution of foreign anger or vengeance sweeps the grounds of poisoned millennials. As things go, the miniscule amount of two grains of salt can be so boundlessly lethal anymore. Not only the unknown I mourn, while of course they’re …
Nostalgia by Cassidy Monroe
The tattered worn down, gray fabric hung barely by the gaping holes at the top of the seven-foot window. A slit just big enough for rays of the golden shimmering sun to shine through the dark and dingy cave like …
Music Vibes by Sara Potter
I have decided to ride on top of the rhythm of the music that seems to be creating the soundtrack of my life. As the beats assimilate and the treble vibrates, so does the beating of my heart and the …
Dawn by Ahmed Salih
Old, they said, so you cannot make it through Success is persistence, dreams will be true! Knowledge is power without a limit Secure our future in every minute Nourishes the soul, enhances the mind Great is the feeling to save …
Return Policy by Adia Reynolds
“I would like to make a return, please.” The employee’s pierced eyebrow rises Marking her disdain “No returns, no refunds, no exceptions.” I squeeze it harder in my hand “I would like to make a return.” Return that which has …
That Tooth by Juliet Moore
She first saw him when they were in elementary school, a scrawny boy with freckles and torn pants and skinned elbows and she decided that she liked his slightly crooked tooth which she hardly ever saw because he was always …
Ray by Sarah Kuhns
I could probably walk there blindfolded for someone who doesn’t have much sense of direction. I can see it now. The tinted barber’s pole sat slightly below the sign outside. Red, white, and blue swirls. The sign either read “Ray’s” …
Bad Day by DeAndre Bright
The sky is grey with rain. You feel a kind of strain. The mind is getting narrow-sighted. Anger can easily be misguided. The usual outlet is to scorn. The family we have known since we were born. Everything seems wrong, …
Accounts Payable by Joanna Southcott
I wouldn’t call myself a poet I wouldn’t call myself a dancer I wouldn’t call myself anything really maybe sad I wish I could write I wish I could pour my heart and turn it into beautiful stories I do …