Poetry

By Rashad Booker I’ve walked through mirrors where reflection cried, been in situations where I had to swallow my  pride. My feet have trod on pathways made of mist, kissed by a sun that never quite existed I’ve  held the silence of a cosmic void and felt the universe, both unalloyed and destroyed. Where sorrows brewed and laughter turned to stone, I carried mountains, not of earth or bone.  Woven shadows heavy as dream, and watched my spirit flow against the stream, my vesse

By Rashad Booker Beneath the hush of midnight skies our souls interweave where now can see us, a secret flame  behind the eyes that burns in silent alchemy. Our thoughts drift softly, mine into yours and yours  into mine, a spark that leaps from heart to bone, like starlight traced across the spine thought  worlds and dimensions, we must walk alone. The energy between us bends and sways, an unseen current pulls us near, yet fate has locked us  in its maze, and love survives i

By Rashad Booker This cube was hard to sustain but now I understand, Colors twisted as if they were feelings shifted this cube is a labyrinth of pain. In hands of shadow’s a cube dark as night a devilish  puzzle twisted tight, Colors clash and shake as truth breaks the darkness to expose the light,  that love of this kind was one sided and never truly right. Each turn a scar, a silent ache, a puzzle lost in the shadow’s wake, a restless game in midnight’s  gloom solving love’

By Rashad Booker Empty room, the clock ticks slow, echoes of words kept close that you don’t know, A hollow where your laughter flew, my foolish pride, a load vow kept me from loving only you. In shadow’s deep where whisper’s dwell I tread lost paths, a broken shell road that led to  destinations worse than hell, the weight from love’s karma is at play, I wish I could sell away  these bad decisions made. The path I chose, a heavy chain, with every sigh, I taste the pain in ev

By Rashad Booker They tell you… they tell you it’s out there. Up there. Beyond the clouds. Beyond the veil. Some golden city, streets of pearl, a celestial quiet. They tell you god… is on a throne. Distant. Judging. Watching all this mess. This beautiful,  brutal, broken mess. And the world? Man, the world is a grinder. It grinds you down. The news feed, a constant siren. The headlines, a scream stuck in your throat. Kids with empty eyes. Greed like an open wound. Politicians

By Joshua Two kings perched on rock A clash of wits, or not? An arena dyed in purple blood More from blue's side, a flood. Then come barbaric twins and spell, Dressed in helm and crimson cloth, And rage impossible to quell. Armoured prince gallops forth, A sapphire 11 adorns his horse. But perfect strategy fails, To prevent the blue king's loss As the red 13 in frightful detail, Born of unjust and vicious wealth, Promises an untimely death  For the brave azure corpse, Patheti

By Joshua patterned string and colourful thread dance weaving its knotting, winding, coils they shimmer like scales and call like the siren  to lure the soul for a taste of flesh into the fishermen’s net you go you clueless fish since you reasoned with your eyes  and deduced with your ears folly has overtaken you vision impaired you hermetic net shall choke you silence you, then humiliate you you forsook control now control will leave you  By Joshua

By Joshua Sin is the thing with scales beneath it stalks and creeps  nary a rustle, nary a hint in tongue and fang it hisses  It’s eye in demonic glint  And venom slowly it drips  like dew from its teeth then temptation bites you graces you with its kiss strikes you where it’s tender  but oh it tastes so sweet By Joshua

By Joshua Aimlessly drifting at sea A raft of birch wood  brittle and fragile represents a fisherman’s hope of ever going back to shore mast lowered, depressed paints a picture of his somber gaze upon his fading silhouette  as dusk bids farewell to day  But the end of day marks the beginning of another  So as the sun shall rise again He struggles to stand, and begins to say <His will reforged at the crack of dawn ‘Midst roiling waves and raging storms> “For what humanity cont

By Joshua Glisten, blue fire Eyes aflame Crystal blue skies Matches his gaze And smile unto A warm embrace But serene serendipity  Once majestic fealty  A foreword to guilt Sorrow and blame Identity in tatters; And a forgotten name Eyes close, now marred In extinguished flame But measured mastication  Astringent delicacy  Shows a taste That graces the lips And whispers of past Of what had been  Of bittersweet features  And feathered kiss Shackles of sanity Loosen imperceptibl

By Joshua I felt feverish when I got home So I press a thermometer against my dome “Beep” Impassive, I watch my temperature grow Beep. My face sheened With sweat droplets Beep. My blood boiled, And eyes fluttered Beep. My head throbbed Beep. My heart, pounded. My forehead has become a fire hazard. BEEP! Angry and loud,  The thermometer screams 38.4 it shows on the screen. But I don’t have a say; It’s no time to play, Because, I have to gym today. I didn’t have to warm up. I s

By Hector Lopez Jaime those days you wake up realizing that you’re not a good person & how that knowledge won’t save you since the time you need to correct the course is already gone, has been for a while by this point, & so you’re just alone, with no room left for you in this world i could be mopey haven’t had a good drink in a while but i don’t see how that’ll fix my mind in the rut people you don’t remember die the ones you can’t forget leave in that absence this mystery f

By Hector Lopez Jaime i can think of at least 5 things worse than killing myself, one of them is having to work for a living when it should be the other way around next up is having a mind which can’t see or won’t think that life is more valuable than cash the last three are just reds shit make that the vinos in general they’re good fuel for poems odds are i’ve typed more on the vino a burning goes through me, one that i’ve never had sober but read them bitter like metal carm

By Hector Lopez Jaime things always look good on the up & up til that shit flushes away & all that’s left is memories that tend to be cold like bad coffee bitter like bad wine leaving your throat badly dehydrated nothing lasts forever & none of it lasts a lifetime: one month you’re buying matching pajamas for dogs inviting family & friends into your ever afters the next it’s over & done with so violently you get whiplash no need to get too attached; hold these earthly passion

By Hector Lopez Jaime the ones in apartment 1 0 1 oh how they scream by they i mean the guy echoing all over the damn building, at all hours of the day he calls her a whore he insults her friends he screams at her on the verge of heavy tears I DON’T EVEN LIKE FUCKING YOU ANYMORE all while their daughter tries to play or sleep through the newest quarrel her parents put on for her now one time the cops showed up three big ones that tried to drag him out of the apartment with he

By Hector Lopez Jaime it’s on a morning like this, the smell of last night’s barbecue lingering uncomfortably in the air with no memory of whether i threw up or not my fingertips tingling & numb knowing i’ll be twenty minutes late to work not knowing i forgot my work shirt at home just thinking about food is enough to make me want to puke & with me constantly feeling near the verge of tears that the drought of poems ends i guess learning the hard way is something i excel at,

By Hector Lopez Jaime the last cigarette is gone all i can taste is the filter my cheeks left cold by the streaks of tears most days i can’t tell what my problem is even though some part of me is sure the whole being alive aspect is the main issue to be honest some part of me wasn’t made to be happy it’s gonna be a bitch trying to get through this month without any cigarettes & clocking back in just to have people ask if i’m okay as if i have an answer i still get to live the

By Hector Lopez Jaime next to chainlink fences among biracial couples & men who’d lose weight by spending less time on rented electric scooters black rocks fill the gaps left between concrete & asphalt, trees & stop lights scattered among them today is a mix of trash & treasures odd cigarette butts which feel lackluster a tiny red bow that wouldn’t be out of place on a tiny dog’s head on a little girl’s hair two plastic forks one black, one white three toothbrushes all lookin

By Hector Lopez Jaime it’s one of those things that i’d cut a foot off before going to it it’s one of those things white people with too much time enjoy it’s one of those things that might be ruined by clouds spelling rain the sad thing about seeing a crowd of  people in this country is that it means nothing, just people trying to sell each other shit they won’t need at prices they can’t afford without credit cards, i can only see it so many times before the scene of these th

By Hector Lopez Jaime i can’t read Amis at the station today she must have gotten up with the sun ranting in her dreams, ranting in life she stands, one knee resting on a short wall she stares forward at nobody & rants at nothing I pray to keep safe from rapists, murderers, estafadores keep in mind that they don’t believe in god pendejo el guey, she’s a fucking whore you are, see I’m not lying he had cancer, killed my cousin kid with down syndrome, what else you’re over here,