All along a river bed, Shells of color lie and rest, Their creamy shades of blue and green, Cause tears of mine to fall abreadst, My feet cool in the dry white sand, Aching for a dip below, Alas the … Continued
I couldn’t help being angry. I was always angry. And tired. Angry, and tired, and grumpy, it’s like I don’t own a single positive cell in my entire body. There was always…something. But it didn’t matter, by this point in my … Continued
My skin threatens to peel away from my eyes, My fingernails have found solace elsewhere, In bouts of seizes and convoluted sighs, Acid from my lips melts away my matted hair, Twitches trying to take tolls of my time, Forge … Continued
I have a friend in phlegmatic visions, He comforts me with novacaine- And needles filled with grey dispostion, My lungs long for his careless caress, He is with me always between my skin, A cloud of ashy, delightful, murderous death, … Continued
Life is strange. Not everybody realizes it at first, but it’s a fact that reveals itself eventually to all who look, and people are rather inclined to go searching for things they don’t know they’re searching for. Because sometimes, when … Continued
Sadness is weakness so they say, tear’s will stain nice clothes day by day, but all who fear sadness power, will in themselves be a coward, By Alice Crown, 16, Fort Hamilton High, USA
“GAH! I just want to write something,” i look at my best friend’s face pleadingly, “will you help me? pleeeaaase??” he looks back, completely unamused at my grumbling and annoying attitude. i don’t blame him. “how can i help you … Continued
When I get the urge to create something, whether it be a drawing, or a piece of writing, maybe even a home cooked meal, i always get ridiculously fired up. for whatever reason, this energy comes from an idea i … Continued
Beneath the turbulent waters of self identification, lies a hidden truth that consistently wears a disguise. We identify with labels and titles hoping to achieve a greater sense of self, when in reality we sink deeper and deeper into the … Continued
My face burns hot as I witness a group of riot police pushing back the protesters near my community college. I see them scream, and cry, begging them for peace and love, but they act as if they cannot hear. … Continued