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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    my neighbor is my friend who never lets me feel alone she’s abysmal – you lose yourself in her tender touch the farther you gaze into her glassy smooth lips the more you feel the tender tug of a crashing wave she is a monster, yet never acts like one there’s a fine line between...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    the weight of your presence is what kept me afloat – as r e v e r s e d as that seems. you were ripped from me like some coupon, “buy one, you'll be free!” if you were truly purchased into the heavens above, where is my freedom? or was that just false advertising? the no...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    it’s cold and dark and lonely and it seems as if the warmness is trapped in my memories so i sit here and think trying to salvage some of it...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    the spark in my eyes either derives from fond memories or the rain. these grounds are freckled with oil-smudged petals, so i’ll never cease surrendering love-stained roses on the tracks for you...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    my lips and your veins share the same hue, and whisper the same name sometimes i wish we had less identical traits so i'd lie to myself, “it's just a coincidence” too bad we're not a riddle, so we could get assistance we're like a padlock; only one thing will free us – mutual consent. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    my neighbor is my friend who never lets me feel alone she’s abysmal – you lose yourself in her tender touch the farther you gaze into her glassy smooth lips the more you feel the tender tug of her crashing wave. she is a monster, yet never acts like one. there’s a fine line bet...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    a funny sense of normalcy resides in the eroding, extending dock like it’s been waiting for my pen and journal for the entirety of its existence it’s seen the smiles and terror of my ancestors who’ve shared my last initial and zip code it whispers, “i’ll listen, you’re already ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    i’ll collect memories like postcards hoping someday they’ll take me somewhere grand...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    could it be your gentle presence that consumes me? the way your skin inherits a genuine glow when you laugh, your carelessly constructed sentences, and how you see this life as a tunnel which leads into the ultimate paradise. or possibly the way the sun relentlessly kisses the frosty b...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    wrestling with nightmares and reality not knowing when the two may collide forming an acollision where the hustle of every day meets the images that wake you in the still night leaving you panting. but what if, just what if, a bcollision had formed simply because we chose optimism i...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    constant one preconceived notion of weakness, the hypocrisy must be blinding “no, he IS able,” the doctors whispered the humility of a boy with the expansive firmament condensed in his eyes brought aglow by a mysterious, yet courageous flame often pushes him far beyond the barracks the sun...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    she hates attention; but hates being ignored even more but nothing shines brighter than when her eyes meet the shore she finds the perfect balance between isolation and fame where there’s no judgment nor blame before long, she began to inherit traits of the deep - patient and calm, y...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    something rather comforting resides in those fibers completely cotton, white like whispers while being so good at being soothing, it’s some type of animal stimulating the delicate thoughts of the sensitive brain of a fourteen-year-old keeping it ready for attack mode into the wee hours of ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    imagine, for a moment a culture which embraces diversity? not like our petty fundraisers, facebook groups, or casual hashtags - but the legitimate appreciation for one’s unique qualities? butterflies: delicate, simplistically complex organisms with no fear of being socially shunned; ea...

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