Questions & Arachnids

When I think about fear, I think of my irrational fear of spiders If fear is the natural reaction to...

The Tower

I stroll down the twisting cobblestone streets Making my way towards the beloved tower Little corner store bakeries with good eats Capture...

Jade

From the Poet: “This piece is dedicated to my girlfriend. Thank you for being the crazy, beautiful, talented, magnificent woman...

The Plea

To all the good in the world We are born into this world knowing love The warm blanket of humanity fits...

Ghosts of Summers Past

The thought of August is too bitter-sweet As my mind drifts back to those too few days To the thought of...

If I Should Forget

If I should forget my purpose for living, of what makes me human, please remind me. Remind me of azure...

Cocking Back Tears

From the Poet: “I wrote these pieces of art because there is power behind everyone's story. Maybe you're aware or...

Untitled Poem

For as long as I can remember I knew I was different than the average human race member Being told since...

Roam

From the Poet: “I wrote this poem in support of DACA students and their symbol of migration—the monarch butterfly. The monarch...

Life in Reverse

Happiness is a lie. Disregard anyone telling you that Life goes on and things get better. This state of mind is ridiculous...

Truth

From the Poet: “I wrote these pieces of art because there is power behind everyone's story. Maybe you're aware or...

Elastic Love

From the Author: “This poem is dedicated to love—my inspiration in life. I wrote this poem to celebrate love and...

Lazy Lovers

My lover’s rhythmic heartbeat hums in my head Gentle sunlight begins to lay itself across the bed The young, morning air...

Paranoia

From the Poet: “I wrote these pieces of art because there is power behind everyone's story. Maybe you're aware or...

The Astronaut

From the Poet: “I wrote this poem to metaphorically depict the possible feelings one may experience when they must turn...

Free to Fly

March 20th was the first day of Spring. The flowers began to bloom, He started to feel a sting. The butterflies flew...

The Hollow Tree

I walk to that place filled with memories Where me and him filled jars with bees Shake them up, lift the...

Untitled Poem

In the eyes of denial It's no good to be wild Because it makes one a child But when one releases that...

Growing Pains

Responsibilities. Rent is late. No money in the bank, Got an empty gas tank. Midterms Essays Boyfriend Job─ Trying to breathe in between sobs. Don’t grow up too...

¿Home?

I am a walking limbo I am not white enough to be American I am not Brown enough to be Mexican They...