We Live As We Dream--Alone

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I shared space with people called family. We had the same address, ate at the same table, even had the same last name, but we were strangers. We all lived alone together.

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…haunted by memories.

I can still see that model airplane I built when I was twelve years old. I had a job delivering newspapers after school and saved all my money through most of the seventh grade. I wanted to buy an authentic P-40 Tomahawk fighter kit I'd been eyeing in the window of Thompson's Hobby Shop. It even had a working motor. The manager told me it…


By John Graham

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Forest of Blades and Everglades

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…no amount of medication 

Can’t take away the thought of you and him

I crave validation 

I wish with this it was easy to skim

I told you what happened at school

You acted like you didn’t hear

I felt like a fool

Once again I’m alone something I’ve feared

I want to stay numb

So I’ll never see you choose 

I’ll fade away as you’re having fun 

It’s not like I got something to lose

I can’t take this anymore! I’m done

Hello the forest of blades

My skin craves the release

I’m sick of this cage

The one…

By Shayla Upperman

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Night Fear

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…I was just a little one

I could not sleep so had to run

Down the hall to mom and dad

Hold me please, I feel my fears

My face is wet from all my tears

Mom and dad I'm scared you see

Mom and dad just please hold me!

But no, they yelled at me instead

They yelled at me to go to bed

This little one no hugs for you

You hug yourself to see you through

You cry yourself to sleep alone

And in the morning you are shown

Another day with night comes near

Again, you'll…

By Marian Torres

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Let Sleeping Demons Lie

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…heart races as I toss, turn, and kick away another night. If I do manage to fall asleep, the nightmare begins.

An invisible demon, throws me about. The pain so real, I think I may die. I know it is a dream, but I cannot wake. I try to run, every muscle straining as if I am weighed down. I try to scream; silent breath only escaping my lips. I think I wake, only to feel the invisible demon attack again, and I realize I am still dreaming.

So scared.

What if I never wake?

Repeating over and over until…

By Tracey Koehler

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A Wish in One Hand

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…over my mouth, an involuntary jolt towards your dagger-words piercing my eardrums close to the phone cut to Arizona, where you wander aimlessly on your Harley-Davidson motorbike, frozen in a time not unlike fifteen years ago cut to my crooked mind, imagining your descent into shallow desperation she’s not going to take you back, your milky words can be chopped like sugar paper cut to your garage adorned in leopard, where I once danced and now shrink away from because I hate the smell of whisky cut to the house I’ll never see again, what’s basic to you is intricate…

By Rae Meghan

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Days of the Week

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…died today. I die everyday. I cut myself open and pour burning liquor on my wounds every Tuesday. I'm dying and you all see it, but I smile and wave as my veins drain themselves of their purple blue pigment. I cried yesterday. I cry most days. I bleed tears and scream I'm lonely but that only happens on Mondays. My legs don't move, I crawl to my bed. These Thursdays are how I get the comfort that I've never had. Saturday tells me all my wishes will be granted but mine are buried in a cemetery tethered to my…

By Shiann

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The Devils Hands

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This is a small piece about a boy who started a wave of bullying for my sister and I in middle school

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…was handsome, popular, loved and he held the entire school in the palm of his hand. The very hand that tipped over the first domino.

One day we were children and the next day, we weren’t. We were monsters, I shed blood defending what little of mine was left to defend but in the end we were outnumbered. We plunged our white flags into the soil and we left.

Years later I met the devil again, he was just as handsome as he had been before. His boyish good looks exchanged for a mans. As fate…

By The Ink & Salt Club

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Little Girl

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…girl holding her heart

Broken by the past

Broken by someone she loved,

Little girl forgot what it's like to be with someone She trusts,

Little girl almost gave up

Til she found someone,

Someone she loves,

Little girl holding her heart wishing she could fix it, wishing it was whole hating who broke it

Hating who stole it,

Little girl a warrior hidden beneath

Those brown eyes,

Little girl holding her heart

Broken by the past

broken by someone she loves,

Little girl standing alone,

Standing strong,

Showing the ones who broke her

She can fix her broken heart…

By Marina Vos

Facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/marina.vos.564

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