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Poetry

Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.

life is like water 
Addison Gordon

   sometimes gently nudged

as if by an angel’s soft touch

towards a promising

   paradise-like future shore

Champagne eyes
Addison Gordon

Your eyes

My eyes

Reflecting lights that shine

I see myself in yours

double-edged sword
Addison Gordon

it is
easy to
dismiss
kind
words from
another’s lips

I love you, little boy
 Addison Gordon

I love you, little boy
I love you, little boy/ probably more than I should/ so at least let me reminisce/ as your little feet toddle on the frigid tile floor/ the day we met I knew I was going to plummet–/

Death can never stay
 Addison Gordon

I come, a weightless dream

Shrouded in Darkness like a wall of ebony.

I’ll take you in my shadowed arms

And from this place we’ll fly away

Leeches
Brooklyn Christofis

For you, I have gifted what you fear to crave:
Her salve of repose, Misery does lace
From plagues of hope, we both know never last
They will spike your blood spoiled until relapse

Mirror of the Lotus Eaters
Brooklyn Christofis

I swallow until my mouth overflows, Into glinting scarlet spills that dribble Off the convex of my chin,

Seep into soils fruitful,

Your Mother's Body
Brooklyn Christofis

no longer.

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as all clocks burn through the fuel of time. and time burns,

                            mother burns,

Silence
Callia Lopez

I am Frightening Darkness

             an echo without a name

I am a Welcome Friend

             the Echo in your Head

pagan propaganda
Chloe Felker

our love vibrates in empty halls like thunder breaking
even petulant gods regard us with fear
dolus instilled a rib in you, for me he dropped
a single tear, soaking my fervent cup of bitter breakfast tea

piccadilly southbound
Chloe Felker

the stains of sunlight pressed onto your pale skin remind me to regard the beginning, but never the end
i wonder, did it please you when i played pretend?
a girl constructed of equal parts luster and loftiness crucified for disagreeability, veracity the mortal sin

Love, the Burning of a Candle
Delaney Brightwell 

But love is symbolized, for me, as the burning of a candle For the flame swells when it’s the strongest,
And flickers when faltered.
Wax melts and drips and burns at the touch

But cools into a frozen kiss.

I stick my tongue
out at fascists
Griffin Franklin

Lips spit after kissing the truth

Maws of power sync in filth

Ours sink in a firth

Together we consume earth

Lips
Griffin Franklin

Lips
burnt on the end of a joint joining
whose audience
laps at your
Lips

Downtown Drawl
Griffin Franklin

A Little 

Walk-town
Small frown
Face water
A trickle

Locket

I wanted
quiet words
I heard a Mouthful

Heartwood
Griffin Franklin

I am more like a tree
I display the words you carve into me
Kisses you left upon my face
I will feel until I am petrified wood

Many of Me,
One You See
Juni Brown

Would you think to look to me?
One would have to be very fascinated by me Or want to use me
To even care to pick me up.

Collision
Karissa Sweet

When the atoms of our essences collided / it created our own / galaxy /Caught the eyes of / everyone looking up / at that night sky / So I hope you understand / what I mean when I say / I would rotate the earth / with my naked hands / Just to place the gleaming sun through the window / to land over your heart /

The Balcony of My Apartment During My Junior Year in College
Karissa Sweet 

wind is the biggest paradox i know
invisible, yet strong enough to knock down trees
into apartment buildings
like an airplane waiting to crash after working too hard

we.
Karissa Sweet

we. / i sit and ponder the word / we. / what it means to be a / we / no longer alone. / alone. / no longer doing tasks on my own / no longer staring at a screen / alone / sleeping alone / grocery store shopping / alone.

A Caricature of Grandpa's House
Mads Rios

Hung-jaw gashed
fruits suffocating the weed grass,/
moldy autumn apples feeding themselves,/ an orchard for

Everyone is pretending they aren't a child anymore
Mads Rios

This is where I am ripping,
this territory of periosteum fought by bone and dermis.
I am owned by the hands of the world.
They all have a part to play, a say in which synapse fires, when to shut it all down.

when i seek the oasis
Mads Rios

shimmering splendor of bliss which draws me near,                skipping rocks across the bank of sand to reach her

and brushing away the goat head dirt to find them,                 dripping fingers from scathing wounds,

 we (could have)
had time
Mads Rios

i keep a box of grandma’s things in my childhood bedroom but i have none of yours, and i never thought to ask.
i never asked anything of you,
and does that mean i am unworthy of this grief?

Water We Live
Michael Thomas Villagomez

To look upon an endless moving desert of liquid glass Not fragile, but a being of great and powerful mass; Either an endless plain as calm as a mirror
Or an unleashed range of mountainous terror

Think of the Coconut
Michael Thomas Villagomez

I like to make titiyas,
a flat coconut milk bread
made relatively fast.
Recipes vary from cook to cook

alcohol poisoning
Miku Nelinger

other people are separated

by oceans, lakes, rivers, or

ponds. but no, the body of

water that had cruelly and

truly divided us, was you.

i love you, take care
Miku Nelinger

you don't believe yourself to be a god
so why do you bear the responsibilities of one?

invasive species
Miku Nelinger

i am an environment in ruins because of you

you who consumes the fruits of my mind to

flood fantasies and futures over the facts

r.i.p.
Miku Nelinger

in jagged shards does
a heart escape from its cage.
milestones and ‘i love yous’ bleed
from the breast, buries me in blankets,

star crossed
Miku Nelinger

you were nasa and i was your most recent discovery

you tracked me in orbit and followed me in my phases, until i became something of matter to you

You Can Tell Me Anything
Melissa Wade

I am heavy;
Bleeding
with ink and grief,
lead and rage,
silent secrets,

24 24 24
Olivia Charlson

That’s what I was told the other day.
They’ll take a 24-year-old,
they’ll make them work for 24 hours a day,
and they’ll pay them 24 thousand a year.

Mirror
Tiana Penczar

I saw the way she stared at me,

I felt my resolve breaking.

I saw myself again.

The bags under my eyes are full and dark,

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