Category: Poetry

Must Be More

Photo by Lenna By Lenna I am longing for something I myself don’t know Is it a person to hold or a place to go? With each passing day, this craving grows stronger Yet it’s a mystery as to what’s causing this hunger . I yearn to escape all of this mundane reality But is…… Continue reading Must Be More

a vessel/iconoclast

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Joey Horger a vessel The intoxication possessed,  And the mere possibility seduced.  The reduction to a vapid vessel,  Thus, no sympathy was produced.  The initial infatuation,  Severed from an impetus.  These unions deceive me,  Yet now, the sensation has grown inconspicuous. I know not the denouement  You tempt me unknowingly. …… Continue reading a vessel/iconoclast

Won’t You Join Me

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Madison Kleinrock-Andrews I’m probably getting ahead of myself, but I’m already falling. I can’t help it.  The feeling you give me  is something I’ve never felt before, only heard about  in songs, movies, and books.  Like most new things, it’s both exciting and terrifying.  There are just as many examples …… Continue reading Won’t You Join Me

Flower Cycle

Photo by Sigra DeWeese By Sigra DeWeese Flower Cycle: Lilacs  This is not sweet love  It is not hope or  Longing looks  It’s the stringent  Smell of fear-sweat  Prey in my own neurons  Because nothing  Makes a heart race  Like the unknown  Flower Cycle: Pink Rose  You ask how long you have to wait to…… Continue reading Flower Cycle

Temperature

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich This December The snow falls beneath the streetlights, My guardian angel, As soft as it ever has— Saying you name and touching my face. The clouds are as bright as day. I squint upwards towards each of the one million tiny, white prayers. – It feels like it…… Continue reading Temperature

escapism

Photo by Sydney Shaffer By Sydney Shaffer Alone in a cabin  I imagine the snow  pouring itself  into the front door.  Trapped inside  with bottles of wine,  this will be forever yet  I never want to leave.  My cat curled up  at my feet  snowflakes are swirling  outside the window.  I’ll hide for as long…… Continue reading escapism

who i’d like to trade places with (in no particular order)

Photo by Angie Shenouda By Angie Shenouda the mother at the self checkout line next to me with chocolate milk in her cart  the baby poisonous scorpion i found under my bed and almost stepped on last summer  the man we saw on the way home selling bundles of pastel flowers with his wife   the…… Continue reading who i’d like to trade places with (in no particular order)