Poem
Writing
What Made Me Who I Am
By Kyle HuffakerI get part of her one day.
And a part of her the next.
I rarely see the same side twice.
But I don’t blame her,
Because she is dying inside.
Cancer is Ludicrous.
But has blessed my life.
It defines my character.
And has made me who I am.
My Brother
By Grace HoskinsHe makes me laugh
He makes me smile
We goof off
He sees a side of me that no one else sees
The silly side the ridiculous side
The “Let’s make up a word to mean this” side
We have each other’s back
Linguistic Outcast
By Allyssa HerleinMany people can’t fathom
my language
or why I communicate
in a manner different
than them.
They fear oddity,
panicking at the individual
who will violate
the common order
regulated by humanity
With cruel language
Thoughts Speak Louder Than Words
By Cassandra GriffingAll eyes on those who shimmer with dialogue
All eyes on those with tongues aflame,
blinded
by their empty words
that block genuine insight.
They Don't Know
By Drew Gilworth“Work Harder,
Do better,
Study more,
Don’t act stupid,
Pay attention.”
These are the things that run through my mind nonstop,
But they don’t know.
I call myself dummy after dumb blonde,
But they don’t know.
Outside and Inside
By Gabby GillespieBeing a creator isn’t easy. Your inside thoughts and feelings are always on display to everything on the outside.
I am (not)
By Kendall DonovanI am not you
I am not your height
or weight
or the way you wake up in the morning
I am not the way you comb your hair
or drive a car
Aphrodite Defiled
By Farah DianputriI didn’t ask for your
insecurities
Or your hands
To venerate me.
Our House of Personality
By Ethan DavisYour foundation is no different than that of your neighbors,
ground firmly into the cool of the Earth with no concern
for those who dwell above you.
Your walls beg to tell a different story, desperate for language
City in the River
By Jacob ConeThe lights of the city shine brighter than any star.
a cool breeze cuts through the humid night air.
the sidewalk is cracked by too many steps in everyone’s one-thousand-mile journey.
Brick and concrete towers fly high into the sky, close enough to reach the stars.
Life of a Peasant
By Sam ColomboBorn a peasant
always a peasant
work, work, work
never stopping
bound to the land
living from it
I sleep thinking,
why me?
I want to leave
I want to die
but what will happen to my family?
how will they survive?
It Went Like This
By Jackson CeuleRepublican
Yes! Bless The New U.S...
Making America Great Again
With only the best.
I must confess this victory came a little shocking.
I wasn’t expecting Trump to win,
The way the media was talking.
I was walking,
Deli Shop Blues
By Caleb Bishopclouds
pink and blue smears
go over my head
like the moon
or calculus.
i long to float up there
where i could eat eclipse and crackers
and differentiate my thoughts.
Ode to Green Twist Ties
By Audrey BeckmanAt the grocery store
In the days of our youth
The green twist ties were the best part.
So easily entertained were we
With these simple pliable toys
Laughing and forming new shapes.
More Bleach, More Problems
By Hailey AlexanderBleach blonde braids fall across my shoulders
as caramel curls caress my cheeks all for the low, low price
of my life’s savings and a bottle of bleach
MAP Testing
By Stephanie Kontopanos“Take all the time you need,”
They said.
But now I’d much rather be in bed,
Because I’m 76 today.
My life is beginning to fade away.
“Take all the time you need,”
They said.
I hope you’re happy.
Now I’m dead.
divination for the divine
By Alrisha Shealook at them,
so cavalier, drinking
future-liquor in a future-
bar kissing the wounds
of future-lovers and
crisscrossing their future-
scars
look at them,
so ambiguous, with
Mother Time
By AnonymousBetween her slender fingers she pivots the earth
Amused by how the blues and greens twirl
We let the motion power us
Letting it rock us and push us, haunt us and slow us.
Our lives are dictated by her constant motion.
A motion beautifully blind to us.
The Ancients
By Mario William VitaleIt’s my last day with the old giants
In mourning I hike the lost trails,
sniffing the aroma of the bark,
that cinnamon of the forest
Under tepees of wood
in a membrane of shadows,
I stalk the earth, its mammal traces,
its elusive tracks,
In the Deep Time
By Alrisha SheaWhen we wake, we stretch to
fill out our expectations of where
what should be & then we look in
the mirror for confirmation is this
me is this me is this & we know it’s
Time’s Beauty
By Willow VaughnTime is a girl with curly hair that bounces with every step and twirl she takes
She talks with her hands but never fails to find the right word to say
She can be by your side one second and gone the next
Getting lost in the crowd is fun to her
Lover of Time
By Willow VaughnI seduced Time
I brought her thorny flowers, held her worn hands and kissed her softly
I caressed her flushed cheeks and played with her hair, long like a timeline
I ran my hands along her battle-won scars and her strong but delicate body
Counting by the Calorie
By Tara Phillips145: i looked normal for a girl my size, a little extra meat on my bones but nothing to make me despise the body i lived in. Until i started comparing myself to the girls around me. maybe i should lose a couple pounds see that’s how it started.
Are We Gods
By Paige Kringthe void beckoned.
i stood softly
quaking
afraid
what is there is to do in the void?
i pondered quietly
the void answered,
nothing.
perfect.
i replied
i need time
i need time
i need time
i need rest