Poem
Writing
Writer’s Comatose
By Abbey Roschakit’s been a while
since I found encouragement
to rid myself of this
writer malnourishment
I guess I lost myself
trying to explore the world
yet I still found my mind in the gutters
ambition, love, ambition
By Samiya RasheedHours are not spent well in lethargy
nor in deep-seated exhaustion
Hours are rarely spent
more – lost
Hourglass
By Elizabeth JosephI break down in the supermarket grocery aisles
because I only have five minutes to make the choice
between a variety of granola bars.
Spoiler alert!
By Romila Santrascreaming letters warn
cautioning, threatening
but I lean in
revel in the reveal
most don’t like spoilers
but I live for them
Restoration
By Mia SisulI see the pieces on the ground,
So broken, scattered, torn.
The pieces long forgotten,
Continents and oceans overworn.
Nepal, Hawaii, St. Lucia
In a long, congested heap.
The passed families stay afloat,
Souls torn by the Reap.
You, Myself, and I
By Alexander KraussI self-reflect
And I gaze deep
To try to forget the secrets that I keep
I bind myself
And hide my chest
All day long until I rest
I stay at home
And lay in bed
Trying to drown out what you said
fortune cookies
By Amanda PendleySometimes I go through days where I will buy a whole bag of fortune cookies from the Panda Express drive-thru
and eat them all in one sitting, just so that someone can tell me something good.
Reclamation
By Elizabeth JosephIf I were to pluck my feathers,
I wouldn’t be able to fly.
But I want to feel the grass underneath my feet
I hop like a robin on the sidewalk
(away from flight, towards dandelions
sprouting in cracked concrete)
trials of the female
By Ashley HoneyThe moment I was conceived
And my egg was fertilized to have xx chromosomes
Instead of xy
My body was taken away from me
And placed in the hands of men
The hands of men that control dress codes
The fingers that will slap my ass as I walk down the street
a yard sale
By Isobel Li there’s the set of highlighters
funny how a set of highlighters have burrowed their way
into the section of her brain
labeled “relevant”
yet here are the highlighters
pink orange green
and everything in between
I was in love with that girl
By AnonymousI remember the guilt I had as
A nine year old girl
When I kissed another girl
Just for fun.
I wouldn’t have
If she didn’t lead me on
Freckled
Blue eyes
Red-brown hair.
After the first time she kissed me
My heart hurt
Eyes Shut Wide
By Yasi FarahmandniaBarricading our creativity and emotion
they stand
As tall as our dreams
And as vague as our goals
Amplifying the feeble ground
they stand
Constructing our world
Limiting our thought
Cubing our flexibility
Opposing our expansion
Sticky Rice
By Kylie VolavongsaShe’s not sure what to make of herself
stranger at home
unfamiliar face in a sea of faces that
should be everything she’s looking for
Sideways Eight
By Hayley AllisonOur love was born out of infinity,
Full of promises and late-night murmurings.
We chased each other around and around the loops of our symbol,
Never ceasing to catch our breath,
Never stopping to let our minds catch up with our words.
Muscle Memory
By Amanda PendleyThere is absent space in my chest where pain used to be
And the muscle memory has not yet learned to let go
Love Everlasting
By Annie BarryLove everlasting
Love is only lasting
When you put yourself last
Kinder a love within lantern light flames and
Let the wax drip to seal the cracks of your previously broken heart
Redeem your wrinkled hands and
Making Maps
By Natalie RovelloOn November 8th, 2016
(“a date which will live in infamy”)
I sat like a child on my bed
I had always thought myself an artist,
So I took a pen and drew a map —
Every line
Of every state
I drew my home
And my family’s home.
how to write a poem
By Miah Clarksnap the barrel of a boy fully loaded with good intentions
and shoot yourself.
break your own heart,
into jigsaw puzzle pieces
so you can practice the art of putting yourself back together.
The S Word
By Olivia HumphreySlut.
A word so keen and so sharp,
Thrown at me but never to me
To be muttered under the breaths of the boys who I’ve denied
And whispered from the girls with whom I have never exchanged a word.
It drips from the lips of people who do not know me,
Virgo, Virginis
By Samiya RasheedStart small
the changes we swore to in
resplendent troths, without vision because
I burst forth from childhood
flat chested frail wristed pinions
not yet grown: all down
and yielding. So told do not fly
compress
bind
Breaking Free
By Juliette PikeWe look at a distant light
With hope for self discovery
fear of catastrophe,
and self-inflicted wounds
We dig through the mountain
in order to escape
Eclipsing,
suffocating our souls
Sueño, America (I Dream, America)
By Janeth ReyesI was born at the wrong place
At the wrong time
Both my parents seeking a better life
For my sister and I
To find comfort across the border
Where movie stars and country folk
Looked deceivingly happy
Slowly becoming part time parents