“Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.” ― Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle A biologist, while studying a common bluebird, notices something strange in the trees up ahead. He approaches cautiously and sees …
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Poetry Journal: Liar
Liar I was never a good liar. The truth just burned clean through me leaving a cauterized hole that I didn’t even notice until I got strange looks and angry stares. And when I didn’t know the truth I could say nothing at all. So when my emotions roiled inside of me and I could …
Poetry Journal: Worthy
Worthy I’ve known hurt men. Men who crumble when they can’t have the one thing that makes them happy: the sensual touch of a woman. I’ve known men who can’t accept their short comings and have to make you feel smaller than them. I’ve known men who need someone young and desperate because they can’t …
Poetry Journal: Infected
Infected I learned today that I can’t show happiness in front of my parents. I am an encumbered shadow drifting under their feet. I am the thing they’ve made me out to be the thing their parents made them, the black mucky thing ambling between work and bed, work and bed. the empty space in …
Prompt: Word Games
“Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.” ― Anne Bradstreet Take a moment to write a list of your favorite words. They can be fun words like headbutt, complicated words like perspicacity, or something in between like billow. Try to write at least 15 words. Once you have …
Poetry Journal: I’ve Been Thinking
“Maybe life hadn’t come to a halt, but rather I had. By stopping, I finally saw. By slowing, I finally felt. By sitting, I finally thought. And while I grew into a stationary being, Time had decided to give me a gift by slowing down too.” --Krista Beyer I’ve been thinking about the same thing …
Poetry Journal: No Excuse
You are my oldest friend. I’ve loved you since high school, I’ve shared so much of myself with you and now I want an ocean between us rather than a mountain. you are a metaphor for fear, the way you dwell in bed, jobless and motivation-less you are everything I thought I would become and …
Poetry Journal: Cravings
“Dependency is not born into someone it grows like a weed until It cannot be contained.” -The Beggar I want a cigarette. I haven’t had one in three months, but I’m going to the doctor tomorrow because my stomach holds food like nicotine gropes my lungs. I want to vomit up the ashes but it’s …
Found Poem: Blood Sacrifice
From Shell Shaker by LeAnne Howe September Autumnal Equinox I am a woman Born dripping with vines That have crawled out of the earth Wide open like children Skin and teeth devour warriors Lips dancing her story Swollen and bloody Red with compassion Her grandmother taught her goodbyes Black spirit her spirit Captured by a …
Untitled Poem
Hello friends, I'm having a bad mental health day today and wrote down some feelings so I could understand them and let them go. As a part of that process, I'm publishing it hear. Hope it resonates with some of you. I learned today that I can’t show happiness in front of my parents. I …
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