Red by Taylor Wade I kiss you and bleed You speak in thornsand no matter howI try, I cannot seemto find the roses This site contains affiliate links to products. We may receive a commission for purchases made through these links. For more information, see my disclosures here. 

Symphony of Night by Aubree Barnum A symphony of night. With snow softly chiming, pine needles shaking in rhythm. Icicles ringing high pitched, echoing. The overwhelming calm blanketing all with a moonlight interlude. Spirits of Winter’s past whisper over the frozen ground, breathing life into the barren scene. Their dance is haunting, ghostly, but snowflakes… Read More Symphony of Night

Nostalgia Stage Call by Jemma Chawla Steamrolled daily by your emerging talentsSince birth, it’s been my job to coach youOne day you’ll play leadYour very own life productionUnconsciously in rehearsalNo need to auditionActs played out in front of meMotherhood matineeCasting your own castYou’re growing up too fastMomentarily slide into my private boxYou’re in crisp, sharp… Read More Nostalgia Stage Call

Seen by Emily Way-Evans Seeing myselfThrough your eyesIs addictiveJust a glimpseThrough those glassesClean and rose tintedI am hookedTo this sugar-coated viewOf my lifeI want to climb inside your headAnd watch the re-runsMy top ten best bitsMaybe stock up some memoriesWhile I’m thereI want to be filled to the brimWith your admirationOf this version of meThat… Read More Seen

Letters to Kafka by Aishwarya Roy 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3 —//Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. In our room resides a sky full of colours,Making love to the drunk, setting sunWho’s about to pass out.Time is bipolar.Czechs are at war.The poor — dying.But here we are,Ashes of… Read More Letters to Kafka

I’m Not Going to Hate Myself by Sarah Bellum Mental I’m not going to cryI’m not going to releasediamond threaded watertrailing down cheekslooking to obliterate the skinwith the piling upof emotions like compostcreating heatshimmering waveson a quiet daythinking of the wayhe touched mehow I foughtbut I didn’t fight enoughbut maybe that’s the thingabout trauma is… Read More I’m Not Going to Hate Myself

I’d Rather be Gatsby by Achala Gupta The voice of the wrongIs loud enoughTo ensure that the voiceOf the right is completelyStrangled To the voice that is already muffledOpposed by the one that wouldLeave us baffledBad bosses in corporatesProtester girls on streetsAnd lengthy jargonic tweets The louder say“I’m right, regardless”Truth needsEars to see and eyes… Read More I’d Rather be Gatsby

Recoil by Christian Mejia As my ink floods the pageWho you are becomes unclearI can’t trustThat what I seeIs what I knowFor every memoryThat flashes through my mindBecomes a reminderThat the person before meIs someone I used to knowLooking for any indicationThat the girl I knewIs still thereAs my heart reaches for hersSeeking to answer… Read More Recoil

Legos by Emilie Chau I could build you a mansionmarble tiles, crystal chandeliers, sliding walls, and a poolSo you can drink Martinis while dipping your feetin lukewarm water that glistens in the pale light of a crescent moon I could construct a big enough blanketto keep you safe from the frigid nature of the worldto… Read More Legos

Kiss the Dark by Matthew Donovan Irony’s not what this is. Poetic injustice, maybe. There’s evil in me. In everyone. Even the best of us are part shadow.It’s not something to be removed from the basket, but the ribs of the basket itself.Some believe their dark has gone. Or worse, that it was never there.An… Read More Kiss the Dark