So, I sadly scribble this sonnet, Yearning for yellow, yearn it Coiled coldly, completely Enveloping my emotional Heart, hurting from the heat That’s too tough…
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At least I know what’s real Mostly. Confusing, is the mind Of the computer That sits in front of me Turing gears. I can imagine…
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The embers of distance long for its volumes; They call a valley of whimsy hilltops, The uproots from which tracey wind takes. It’s as crisp…
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Wings by Maddy Dombrow A woman’s wings are her most prized possession Her feathers of all different shapes and sizes Brush against the clouds and…
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Untitled by Miley Charsky loops up curvy but flat Perfect shape form its beautiful I do not have.
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breaking the seal by Leah Lin the alcohol sits in my stomach rushing to my head my ears and my cheeks dulling my mind as my…
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It’s a sickening evening in May and the thing is, I don’t know how to get the stain out of my satin summer dress. Do…
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The Flower in the Forest by Dahlia Rosenthal In an extremely crowded room I want to lay in my words. Sometimes I feel invisible. The…
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The Jeweler by Ryan Vincent The pliers and torches rest on the alchemical desk waiting to be stirred. She lets the oxygen in and dons…
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An Ode to The Neighborhood Pool by Chloe Zonis Falling asleep in the sun at the pool My best friend fell with me We talked…