Burn Me

Burn Me

Smoke rises around me, steals my breath, and I can’t see. The life I’ve built is caving in; with bleeding lungs I let You in.   Burn me, melt this all away, the rage I’m plagued with every day, all the bitterness and war; let me shout out triumph’s roar.   Shake me,...
Never Enough

Never Enough

Never enough. Never enough. I am glory and disgrace. I’m tripping up at the end of the race. I’m a misspelled card, a hung-up phone. I’m always knowing and never known. I’m always reaching but never touching, Stuck in loving love more than loving.   I’m the thrill of...
Dear Extrovert

Dear Extrovert

Poetry is written for the quiet ones,the soulful ones,the ones who let thoughts tangle in their throatsbefore they ever get tangled in their hair.Poetry is written for the soft ones,the shy ones,the ones who dance in midnight shadowsand sip on moonlight tea.Dear poets...
The Light Is Held

The Light Is Held

By Andrew Strachen   When people came from a distant land, They saw a light held in her hand, A rock that stood within the sand, That stood for liberty.   And now she strains to keep her hold Upon a nation’s soul that’s sold, A legacy so true and bold, From sea to...
Monster

Monster

If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve known leashes, locks, and ties, you’ve known every filthy fingerprint that’s lined you with its lies. If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve let pretty pretense go, because surely it’s no monster if it’s here to help you grow. It...
Overflow

Overflow

By Rachel Rogers   I was built deep and hungry, with a heart that wanted to be filled with so much beauty and emotion and love. I thought that was my gift, my blessing— being able to contain it all. To soak up each sunset, to treasure every precious friend. But then...
Homesick

Homesick

Tornado winds raged when I was here last. Your fingers ran through my hair and calmed the strands the storm had tangled. I wondered how long before I felt that safety again. I left that home, the ocean tide calling me; its waves louder than winds. They held more...
Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm

People call her strong, and when she speaks, thunder roars. From her heart flows a downpour that drowns and overwhelms many a landscape.   But within the churning clouds hides a gentle flicker of light, each flash and each vein a memory of past hurts and triumphs that...
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