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By Katherine Meikle No one can see that he’s already gone. No hunger, no scent. No hands around your waist. No whispers in your ear. You try and press against him, your tender body crying out; Don’t waste these young years… Untouched, unwanted. Cold meat, rotten liver. And every day it’s No, not now, not just yet , No  in his eyes, scattered away from yours, No in his condescending pats on your shivering shoulder, as if to say There, there. You’re cute… And every approach end

By Katherine Meikle They say my hearts a ‘fire sign’ and I’m a pyromaniac.  I let it burn wild and devour  until it burns itself out, filling the room with  smoke  and soot  glazing the walls of my chest.  When my heart loves well, I am an inglenook,  the hearth of any home. Glowing amber,   my eyes dance  like candles and campfires. When it loves unwell,  it’s more caustic than I can control. Melting metal,  melting rock.  Volcanic.  Scalding. Blazing so hot  nothing can tou

By Katherine Meikle A child of spring time, how sweet the bloom.  Born of hard rocks and  cruel winds, storms that scorched the land and  left it raw with desolation.  But out of the sand and with bare roots you grow. You grow with time,  and with the drought and the chaos and the pain, you grow.  And without a drop of water to drink yourself,  still you nurture those around you.  Cultivating your own oasis  of love  and kinship.  And when someone stumbles across your garden,

By Madison Simone You were my perfect handwriting, Dancing across my paper. You were a string of perfect words, Ones I cried at when read later. You were a translation of emotions to phrases, You were the lead inscribing details on multiple pages. You were a character I wanted to last forever, Until the pages rejected you and I together. The forbidden chapter,  you never stopped bringing me pain,  Until my pencil stopped moving and the lead forgot your name. My pages went bla

By Madison Simone Feet frolicking beyond bubble Shells scattered sandy acres None clean cut,  From what I could see I seized one and sat with it Cracking it open – a pearl green Others peered around my shoulder Laced through my eye’s twinkle I rolled the stone from my hesitant hand  Shell sealed to room for another  Sinking in sand from my stained palm New fell into my lap half cracked Pearl too small, what else is out there? I scraped its flakes smothered on my skin More I s

By Madison Simone A canvas carved into the attic Large and left behind Dusty dried timeless strokes Heart mind and soul painted Faded palette priceless  I walk past it sometimes Guiding my fingers across Corners where color still clings  Brushes hardened bristles strayed Whatever with the painter –  A constant crave for colorful shades  By Madison Simone

By Madison Simone My eyes faded open to a soft spring light shining beneath my curtains.  “Thanks be to God for another day!” I said, admiring the world of people behind the glass window, a gate in which I have access to enter and humbly will so.  Beyond this gate is an opportunity for collection, and I have lived a life long filling my basket of what I can take with me on my final day.  The timer of my flesh had begun once my pancreas fell ill, but for as long as my body all

By Madison Simone She looked at me, the same as she had for years, with those same soul-sucking eyes and a side smirk that covered her laughter. She broke eye contact but stayed smiling to herself. “I never had a friend like you,” I said. She laughed and said, “Because we were never really friends.” “What do you mean?” I asked, thinking back to time she turned her head when I tried to kiss her on a night out. She cuffed my chin with her hand, and through her skin, I felt the

By Madison Simone The starkness of the eternal night  Stale stick trees stood frail and still, stuck  in the snow sat a small shadow desolate Draped in a derelict veil with pressed palms How lonely grow the timelessly unseen Hands heavy and lifted to cover routine Of ice-laced tears tattered and trivial  Through the forest a rustle echoed with distance The shadow did not bat a hopeful eye Until the fierce wind charged towards it  It scathed the trees with a forceful swift  Le

By Madison Simone closet filled of peace-pressed clothes He hung with hope and promise  born again but never worn  love tagged without knowledge a new wardrobe awaits patient yet I reach for the jeans I bled in  poking at holes so they stay open waistline restrictive of air flow  holding the shape of my silence  stitched with stories seldom told   that reeks with a stench of sorrow pinching surround nostrils closed  maybe I’m afraid to throw away what’s mine of what was me, d

By Madison Simone A sanctuary of butterflies But are we really ever safe?  I crawl to the branch’s edge To create but instead wait. Butterflies, distinct and rare Trace the space unsafely A twisted kaleidoscope of colors  Some similar, none the same Firm wings bat against the breeze Strength sourced from wells I have yet to draw from, still I have plenty of water to drink Damp wings fly the highest Maybe mine are too heavy, wet Weighing me down into stillness  With regretful

By Madison Simone Shaky hands gripped the rocky mountain Readjustments intertwined with faithful pleading “Stay a little longer”  Cried the valley of the shadows  Barely off the ground the struggle Numbed her knuckles and She falls for the first time to the familiar The shadows swarmed and choked  Survival short inhale and hold  So used to the hole closing she fought Back to the mountain to bleed but breath  Halfway to the top a shadow appeared at the foot Too long she turned

By Madison Simone Two cards red faced down A King and Queen of Hearts Four hands tediously trembling  Stacking the pack of red beating suits  Stable with strategic balance – I smelt the breeze bellowing  Beneath your beaten breath  But if we built this house sturdy Maybe the wind would redirect I leaned hearts against your spades Barricaded pain that pushed back Until your hand stopped at your chest And couldn’t lift past your head  You swore at the empty-handed curse  Storms

By Suvreenda Sood In the winter, wind chimes in rhythm  A soliloquy of somber sensations wither  Of silent breeze or above rapids mid meadows  The dance they seized and the dance that mellowed. Winter Winds amidst forest vines  Agape, windows, the dew, the snow its signs  Blossom a hope, a yearn of spring  A silence cloudless, a recurred sing. The windows shut, the stillness instills The chimes, tranquil, gaze at the falling fractals  No song, no sound, yet a serene quadrille

By Suvreenda Sood Heaven, House this lifeless soul within me, Fetter me in the silence of divinity- Hazes of hell or harkens of insanity. Iridiscense, The fruit of infinity. Chained in echoes of the noxious nuisance Of halos hallowed harboured, hushed heresy. Deliquescence  In the agony of hopeless hail. For storms of serene solitude, stifled soliloquy, Maim more than the sanctions of alleged saints. Condolence  To the infinity of the soul they staled. Divinity bless my audac

By Alee Chery Is God real? I can’t answer that question for you But can I tell  you about God in my story My life don’t match the way  I look They call me pretty Don’t assume I had it easy My God My God Why have you forsaken me? Suicidal thoughts from the inner me Was my worst  enemy Because those thoughts weren’t from me But God never left me For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,  but against principalities, against powers,  against the rulers of the darkness of this w

By Alee Chery Does love to grow like a tree from a seed. Or does it kill everything around like weed. Will it bloom like a springtime rose? Or fall from a tree in autumn if it goes? Is love defined strangers to lovers crisscrossed. Or how winters comes to kill life with its frost. Will love be found or is love lost? By Alee Chery

By Alee Chery I am no ordinary man. Who am I? You can call me Sapphire I’m the rhythm and blues. An old soul A tune played again and again. I’m your déjà vu A familiar place Felt before. But our time is short. For I’m a traveler In a foreign city And we’re just 2 melodies. intertwined in the rhythm of love Scratching the surface Of the fire you feel inside Swaying hips To a Jazzman’s blues Spinning you around the dance floor. Like the vinyl record We dancing to A lullaby vibe

By Alee Chery Biology begins our story of how we met. Cosmetology has me love stuck,  admiring your beauty Philosophy got me questioning reality. Etched in my mind, you’re someone I won’t forget.  Cryptology sent cryptic messages to decipher.  I love a challenge, it’s my pleasure, it’s a man duty.  Cardiology got me holding my heart, Beating fast, the blood rushing  I need to relax, I need to breathe (breath) Astronomy is the divine sign of our stars aligned, Show me your sou

By Alee Chery It was night, it was raining. Late, my lover walks in Seated on the couch waiting. My lover replies I was with a friend. I reply alright love. My lover replies I need to take a shower. Seated in the darkness, I became ill. An undescribable feeling of sickness overcame me. Felt in the depths of my stomach. I knew something was wrong. My lover found another lover. Let’s go on an adventure, were her first words to me! You want to go on an adventure, were her words