By: Linda M Crate stop staring a picture would last longer, but don’t expect me to pose; your entire existence annoys me when you feel the necessity to be rude i try not to be cruel sometimes my tongue is…

By: Linda M Crate i feel exhausted of this place hangs heavy on my bones, and i’m exasperated of this job doesn’t do anything more than pay the bills; i just want to write, write, and write to be lost…

By: Gina Huh There are glasses left broken, conversations left unspoken, but there will always be a fire. After tireless pursuit of the dream, there will be a moment where the sky will fall down. The two will continue to pick…

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Inside me there is an alchemist transmuting The negative impulses into positive energy Churning thoughts into a cauldron of self-retrieval. Inside me the renewal of dying impulses form the halo of lumniscient rays , melting the…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone dancing in the dark No shadows appear Moonglow creates a spotlight Her face uncovered No mask does she wear Look into her heart You will find her there Alone, ah yes, but not lonely The…

By: Pushkar Bawa Mom She loves her children She cannot live without them- She hates Chinese food Dad Working seven days Number one goal was to provide for his family Sister She is the fourth slice Without her it is uneven-…

By: Angelo McCabe She moves through space like a gentle sound and wherever she goes she glows. And the center of the world, and of Creation is wherever she is, wherever she is drawn wherever she stops to pause and rest…

By: Lynn White We were the golden people then, flying high above the rest, shimmering like the arrogant angels we saw playing way above the clouds. We could almost touch them with our arms outstretched as we danced our way through…

By: Lynn White For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A dusty attic is my mind Filled with cobwebs, boxes, and trunk after trunk after trunk Boxes of memories Time capsules of hope filled days There hangs the wedding dress worn at 21 years of age…