Exodus

Exodus

By K. A. Grey   Here I stand amid the ruins, Here I seek for answers Through thoughts riddled in confusion, The chaos clinking together Like iron fetters. My very thoughts are ringing, Forged in silence, chain by chain. Release me, for I am bound.   Here the desolate...
Life Is Like a Blackout Poem

Life Is Like a Blackout Poem

By Elizabeth Sond   We live in the blank space between stanzas; we stand in the gaps between words, watching the poems float by and letting their inky melodies drip over our consciousnesses, idle to the idea that some words need to be blacked out, and that others...
Cutting Down the Zinnias

Cutting Down the Zinnias

By Abby McBane   The time has come to fell the flowers; It’s autumn now, the summer’s bounty waning. Outside I go, in the late morning hours, To do the deed, a buoyant manner feigning.   Butterfly and bee fulfill their merry task Of going back and forth between each...
The Door

The Door

With the remnants of my meager strength I slowly stand, Turning the door handle, one thought guiding my shaking hand: The least I can do is know it all.   My past reaches for me, clawing at my present; Resolutions and promises shatter beneath me as I relent, Scratches...
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...
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