by Christine Eaton | Jan 17, 2018 | Poetry
A dirty yellow dress Grass-stained stockings Messy, curly hair Sat among the wildflowers With a broken heart in bloom. Love was her middle name And how well it fit. She loved so deeply And how deeply it stung her And how deeply it blessed her. She smiled as she...
by kingdompen | Jan 10, 2018 | Poetry
By Olivia Morgan White The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all. It twists and warps and spirals and spins… And slowly you lose control. Life jumps out of proportion, And nothing makes sense. Monsters evolve from mist As the mind manufactures fear, And...
by Cindy | Jan 3, 2018 | Poetry
I have a voice— I can hear it in between heartbeats and the clicking of my keyboard, whispering, while the seconds bleed from my ticking timepiece. My soul does not know silence. There are words, I can see them— cracked ceramic, waiting to be fixed,...
by Cindy | Dec 20, 2017 | Poetry
I keep my endings scattered in ink-stained places, in hardcover houses and paper walls— wherever my hands and heart can reach. With the smudge of every conclusion, I can stand a little taller and reach a little further into the little black gardens that string...
by kingdompen | Dec 13, 2017 | Poetry
By Anne of Lothlorien Some words are ancient As old as the ages With green, newborn words They’re put down on pages But they dance off the paper And run down the street Stopping and bowing To people they meet They ride on the clouds And climb through the trees...
