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I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as a bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
having forgotten
the life of the present
and the promise of tomorrow
as darkness gathers
Slightly Lovely
I dreamed you kissed me
That you loved me enough
To break it
And kiss me.
What a selfish dream to have...
i cling to these memories like how a child would with her mother's skirt. gently but not harshly, too afraid to rip it to seams or fray its warmth. it's a hideous skirt, mom. i fondly look back at it anyway, unable to fully let go

Sometimes we say goodbye,

the flow of life takes us away.

Sometimes we stay

no place to go but here lost

in passing flings.

Its hard to close this door

that opens wide to crimson dreams.

But dreams are dreams,

a life exhausted on a blink

so long ago,

my friend, I’m out of ink,

I’m out of dreams

and now must go-

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
― Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

waves crashing amidst foam
the sky lost behind cloud
an ocean swelled in my lungs
when her voice spoke aloud
those waters pulled me under
and as i drowned, i gazed above
her magic, unlike any other;
an unspeakable kind of love

J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
Melanie Jackson
when my years catch up with me
R E M E M B E R    M E
though my days grow numbered now
R E M E M B E R    M E
when my tears dry on the ground
R E M E M B E R    M E
even if i disappear please promise you will
R E M E M B E R    M E
To write of love
Is to be naked
To be seen

To be open
And vulnerable
It is terrifying
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
where the scars
used to be.


He had a disconcerting posture, one that
makes people feel uneasy about themselves.
And the days seemed to roll over— obedience to the
incessant pounding of violence and tumults.

Makes the people feel uneasy about themselves
when they lie down instead of uproar. When silence is
the incessant pounding of violence and tumults.
When the hush of a mouth becomes asphyxiation.

When they lie down instead of uproar. When silence
becomes weapons. Days roll over— obedience to the
hush of a mouth— becoming asphyxiation. When the word    “breathe”    becomes    the    last    one.
I came,
You saw,
I smiled,
And you fell,
In love..
September 2020
Chad Young
What is over there?
You're going swimming.
Your swimming suit fits well.
Your brow speaks of knowledge
your ear catches my tune
I think of a brush when you pull back your hair.
Too bad these hands are unfit to touch you.
"That's okay Chad, I get it," you whisper half to
The weather fills up your gaze
Half looking at me, half looking away.
I enjoy the paleness of your skin.
I notice now the sun on your face,
a dancer's chin.
Mark S

I knew this day was special
when I opened up my eyes
And saw the pastel ribbons
floating soft on dawning skies

A gift was out there waiting
wrapped in beautiful display
Just waiting to be opened
on this very special day

More than just a Monday
or at least that’s how it seems
Because it is a present
of my truly answered dreams

For here we have September
with the 28th in view
The day l get to send some
happy birthday smiles to you

: )

Happy Birthday to a very sweet and dear friend.
you make me remember.
remember what it feels like to let go.
you give me complete liberation.
I am free from the confinement your love once brought.
when I remember you,
I forget all things.

when I remember ..
if all the daily talk of politics could be harnessed
and changed into electricity-
Dark embrace
Poise and grace
I hide my cuts
With cotton and lace.

Dead, I'm in trouble
Playing the double
I shall rebuild my crown
And kingdom from rubble!

Judgement presides
The law abides
The High Court says
No taking sides!

I am dead
As the Red Queen said,
She stole my throne
Off with her head!

Guileless wraith
Losing my faith
Darkness consumes
Nothing she saith

Descend to the fire
Trapped in the mire
Alone when we know
The situation is dire.

Ending my tale
Tearing the veil
Unleashing hell
On the world I avail.
i had a bad dream
you told me i wasnt the one
said everything was fake
you kissed someone else
you loved someone else
not me
someone else
i was only a trial run
thirty day free trial
no commitment
i was never meant to last
Take away these brick and stones,
that we seek shelter in.
Take away the promises you once
pacified us all with.
Take away the blue skies above us,
and replace it with grey clouds.
Take away the land that your fraudulent
minds apparently amass.
Take away the nature which grew
it's roots deep into our souls.
Take away our property, wealth and trophies
that still reek of our sweat of ages.
Take away the media that we see
and blindfold her with injustice.
Take away but you can never take the soul
that keeps this land alive.
Take away but you can never take the knowledge
of your people.
Take away but you can't wipe the smile off
our children of soil.
Take away but we don't forgive nor forget.
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

grumpy thumb
If I could
I'd take your smile
put it away until times weren't kind
I'd add it to the wink you left behind
That would carry me through most anything.

If I could
I'd preserve your kiss
Keep it safe until times of loneliness
Reminds me distance keeps you from me
I'd open the lid and let the touch
Carry me to you
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
He spent his life crying Daisy, while she danced on his grave...
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
but people laugh it off like it's a funny joke
i laugh too
because life is a joke

i've had too many mental breakdowns recently
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
Walking up the path
I see the building she's is at
I walk around the building
to her window
She is sitting there waiting
Her smile when she sees me lights the world
I feel my throat get tight
My eyes fill with tears
I take off my mask and smile
I place my hand on the window
Her hand touches mine through the window
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Pepper Dove
When hopes and dreams
Are soon to come
I rise to face
The morning sun
Just when you think you will soon fall asleep, the sun decides to come out.
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Erin Riley
You asked why
it’s so hard
for me
to speak up
for myself.

I looked
into your eyes,
took a breath
that swallowed
you whole.

Inside is a girl
asking questions
and looking
for answers
her smile
would never
talk about.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Rafael Melendez
Each day I don't see you,
Is another day closer to the day I do.
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