Guiding Star
/…all this cloudy darkness
I can feel you above
looking down, guiding me
as I drift place to…
By Andrew Scott
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The Last Man On Mars
/When a pandemic decimates the…
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…digging the grave for his deceased best friend, Dave Drake, put aside the shovel he had been using and stuck it into the ground. Layne stretched. He heard and felt his spine pop in three different places…
By Ken King
Read MoreHappy Being Sad
/There are happy…
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…I had buried it all.
But then every time it's my tears
That nurture the pain…
By Shivpriya Kumari
Read MoreThe Midnight Girl
/Hiding ugly wounds under…
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…you seen the girl
seen only as the midnight turns.
Down by the fuming…
By Shivpriya Kumari
Read MoreGhost Of My Reflection
/One of many poems…
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…of my reflection
I see in your rejection
I can attest from…
By Andrea W R Jones
Read MoreTied in the Blue…
/…my skin like you were my handkerchief of dreams but you held my heart like it was never cold and you made my life a story of you because you wanted me to wait for you but as the petals started to slowly…
By Kaylee Sullivan
Read MoreKiwanis Loop
/…back down to Kiwanis Loop
thinking maybe I'd find you there.
Instead I passed the same worn graffiti,
blue spray paint on the rock…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreCrushed
/…awoken by his alarm. The morning sun is streaming in through the window of his room and into his eyes. It's bright and warm, and for once Keith feels good in bed—not even sore from the night before. The bed shifts as Lance rolls over beside him, stretching out languidly. His hair is sticking up every which way and…
By Helen R. Steel