Andrew Choo

May 2018

stephanie burrows

Monster monster that lives inside of me.
Tell me the things I will never be.
Rip me up keep me prisoner.
Break my heart shatter my dreams.
Keep me in the darkness.
Leave me with scars.
Catch all my tears.
The monster is not under my bed.
The monster lives inside of me.

I wrote this because sometimes my anxiety disorder can feel like a monster that won't let you be.

Apr 2018

Ann Beaver

Untitled

If I could love
the limping
ugly
afraid
part of me
That I drag through the mud
and thorns

If I could let
the transparent
clawing
screaming
silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it
into the basement

If I could put
my deepest human essence
onto paper
for everyone to see

Then.
Then, I could be free.

Apr 2018

stephanie burrows

lost it all

Crashing waves.
Skimming stones.
Broken hearts.
Shattered dreams.
Lost words.
Silent tears.
Gained nothing
Lost everything.

This poem came to me while I was on the beach sometimes you can go from having everything to lost everything you ever loved