Poetry

By Gianna Romero I just need to make it through the day I tell myself Wake up on alarm number one, not alarm number three Make food, pack food Attend all of my classes Work my way through my growing to-do list Socialize with others I just need to make it through the day I tell myself Go to practice and give it my all Arrive to my meetings on time and prepared Complete my homework due at midnight Finish my mile-long to-do list Make time for myself, even when I don’t have it Th

By Jacob Greene Here we are in the valley of darkness, And the shepherds are taking a snooze. There’s a man at the table in a suit, And though we all should be listening, Only I am listening. Heavy gold China pins down the white tablecloths, And the portions are tiny to strangle The waists and depress the guts. Be sure, they tell me, to consume at the pace of The party. They come out to serve us, And they are far too young to serve us. Would you like some coffee? This from A

By Faith Nieves There's a leakage that can never be stopped. A hole that can never be closed. The tears rise like the ocean hide tides but, With no lifeguard on duty or a riff Without a barrier. At the highest deepest time, Where it is simple and unaware of the harsh reality. The tears won't stop. Yet the drips of the water, burns the throat like a knee scrapping the concrete Like a cat sharping its claws on a new sapling So let them run, like the cat has the idea of freedom

By Carleigh Barwick Ingredients: 1 Realize that you deserve more. 4 cups of tears. 2 tablespoons of this will get easier. 3 teaspoons of don’t think about them 1 heavy chest. 5 songs you probably shouldn’t listen to. 1 friend who is there. Instructions: 1. Lay down in your bed, take a moment to realize that you deserve so much more than what was being shown and given to you. 2. Add every bit of tears you can, this is the part that is ok, it's okay to cry. This is part of t

By: Maddie Apgar Image From Ron Lachs on Pexels Pick up the phone, You’ve already told all your friends. Pick up the phone, They’re just two more people, Pick up the phone, Who happen to be related to you. 8 5 6, Why is this so difficult? 5 5 5, Just start by saying it. 5 5 5 5, You know they love you. It’s ringing once… Why are you trembling? It’s ringing twice… Two less things to hide! It’s ringing thrice… They said “no secrets!” “Mom, Dad, I like…” Here it comes! “Mom, Da

By: Dasha Prylypko Pixabay lil_Foot Alarm rings early, so I hit snooze. Bags under my eyes are proof of late nights and studying. Coffee is my best friend most mornings, Drinking it so I can get through the day. Every hour is taken by something, assignment, class, or work. Friends are out on the weekends, but I am tired. Going out somewhere after work sounds like no fun. How can I? If I am tired and just want to get in bed. Just come out, my friends say. Knowing that

By Greg Meyer 5 big cups of assignments due today that you procrastinated on A teaspoon of horrible traffic A pinch of lemon juice as if your day isn’t sour enough Put your brain into a blender and just lay in bed the rest of the day Chop your future into pieces by gambling away your savings. Uh oh, you had bad luck at the casino (I’ve never done that, but if you wanted to ruin your day that’s one way of doing it) Turn your humiliation up to 400 degrees with flashbacks of eve

By: Mckayla Maddox Pixabay Foto-retusz What if my alarm isn’t set? I could check. I could double check. Repeat. Wait, what if I forgot to submit an assignment? I could make a list. Check the list. Repeat. Again. What if my thoughts never stop? I could count sheep. I could sleep. But I can’t so I lie in bed. Repeat. Every. Single. Night. What if it never ends? What then? I could breathe. I could let it go. But I've tried, and I can’t So the cycle continues, and all I h

By Tsohoy Buggan Over the mountain a beautiful golden girl has sprung to her feet  She moves according to the day as she takes a glimpse of me, the long silk rhythm of the bamboo trees  To their adorning her favor meet I opened my eyes and felt the radiance of her causality laced amongst my skin. Creeping through the small openings of my windows and hitting me with a distinct call  A call to rise, A call to be different, A call to be woman but I just simply sigh... A sigh of

By: Charlotte Martin I love you. I love the way you used to brush my hair in the mornings before school, your hands were careful, like you were trying not to hurt me. I love the way you let me borrow your clothes and call it dress up, how I felt older just standing in your shoes. I love the way you never take the blame for anything. The way every criticism becomes “I’m a bad mother,” like there is no space between perfect and unforgivable. I love that I thought I could fix it

By Ivan Walsh You're driving home I'm floating around Enlightened by convenience is a fucking joke We're going down I'm lighting up Breathing in wasted time until I choke Couldn't even skate back home It was hard for me to stand up straight Sacrificing myself with every single breath I take Get yourself outside and take your mind off the heartbreak You're a cloud of smoke But I'm a lingering ache You're letting go I'm closing down On the feeling I could finally see right thro

By: Gavin Little Where characters experience highs and lows, My love for them and their stories grows, Thoughts of anime invade my waking hours and my dreams, As I see the imagery of colors, skylines and light beams. Artists draw each frame with a flair. Writers craft every story with care. Each story speaks to me, While every frame makes me smile with glee. Anime is more than just a cartoon, It is another form of art that inspires you to shoot for the moon. When I am stuck a

By: Jordan Molin “Nevermore,” Uttered the Raven, Repeating it forever more. His beady eyes flashed as if he mocked me. “Give me a response, fiend, born from ebony plumes!” I demanded, “Will I be blessed by the smile of Lenore once again?” Squawking, talking, inaudible words, the Raven muttered. “Speak! I command thee!” I reached for my volume of forgotten lore, Hurling it at the messenger from the Plutonian Shore. The beast was unfazed and sidestepped, Beat

By: Corey Cherenfant Looked out the window and into beautiful weather It took 14,000 feet in the air to realize that we should be together Feet in rhythm, hearts kept in line,I never guessed yours could beat like mine. Then the wind came, wild and unplanned,and suddenly I was reaching for your hand.We leapt together, through air so vast,screaming, laughing, free at last. The world below became blurred in a spinning delight, and I realized I’d been falling all night. When th

By: August Rosenthorpe Last Saturday I went down to Baltimore On a journey beyond Those kissing gates That conceal my art’s lore As it fades into the mist of a misty moor Trapped under the wood of a wooden floor These gates hide the self-portrait of me I’ve never even seen before What if I could change it? Erase their smudge of graphite Somehow, I make it worse As the darkness spreads even more Covering up a great deal Of the painting I yearn to reveal

By: Autumn Fulton Do you ever feel like you're trapped in a cage On display, stuck like glue, feeling so blue Make one wrong move, and you’ll be removed Do you ever feel trapped in a cage The walls are closing in, stuck racing for the win You feel the air grow thicker Eyes all around, look at the ground Do you ever feel trapped in a cage Don’t pause at all, maybe a crawl The zoo, boohoo, you need rescue One last look, forever in a book Do you ever feel trapped in a cage,

By: Miya Reed Nose twitching, heart to fill. The grass full of dew, the sky spread wide, Yet patience keeps her by the side. She waits for dawn, for blooms to grow, Tender leaves, should the earth show. In quiet hours she learns her fate: Good things appear when hearts don’t haste. With gentle trust, she finds her plate, A feast arrives to those who wait.

By: Jordan Molin A biting, vengeful creature, The iniquity of “Block,” Goes unmatched by another. The cruel-hearted beast is feared by all romantics. It is seemingly immortal and unvanquishable, To someone with glorious and ravishing thoughts. But for her, it symbolizes far more. It signifies the demise of her fantasies. The pen’s scratching has ended. The keys have ceased clicking. The pencil tip has cracked and is left unsharpened. The creativity is no

By: Brooke Robbins The ocean calls to me– tells me to come closer and let my thoughts be free if even just for a moment. The sand shifts under my feet and the grains stick to my skin the closer I get, focused only on the pull of the water ahead. The waves lap at my ankles, greeting me like an old friend. And the wind picks up, enveloping me in its embrace. So I let all my worries creep in like the tide as tears drip down my cheeks, salt mixing wit

By: Siyana Randolph When you read a poem, each time it has a new meaning. It's reborn; given a new life. Each time you read a poem, there is a new tone. Details that you hadn’t noticed before become apparent There is a new meaning. New life. Each time it is born again. But so are you. Each time you see that which is hidden. New perspective. New understanding. New life. Each time you notice new details, Not only in the poem but in yourself. You too are reborn.