MidKnight Girl

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…social media superstar going viral against anti-social criminals fighting to save the day she gets about a million views on her own youtube channel by never giving herself up always being there fighting for humanity’s freedom over land air and sea against the new world order and their terrifying treats with determination to rule the world

It was Friday and MidKnight Girl glides into a certain doom in which she found herself trapped by four men who are ogres and each one takes one corner as they close in on her that’s where dreams definitely come true for them and…

By Casper Greenlane



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Out of the Box

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tip-toe, in the dark of the night, to the grave of all of my sorrows.

Falling to my knees upon the frozen ground, I sobbed in silence.

My body convulsed with need to shed itself of the misery and distress that my heart and mind had endured.

Stubborn to the end, I lay prone upon the grave, digging my fingers into the earth beneath me.

I clenched fistfuls of the rich dirt and held it to my chest, as if I could somehow become a part of it, absorb it into my flesh.

My soul ached with the weight of


By L.E.

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Adrift

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…a rippling stream

The sky was clear blue

With a cool, gentle breeze

We drifted along blissfully

In enchanted ease

I felt the air caress my face

And cuddled against you

In your warm embrace

The trees on the banks

So lush and green

Provided a tranquil backdrop

One, not too often seen


Mountains loomed far in the distance

Their shoulders wrapped in snow

A lone deer from the water's edge

Quickly receded into the shadow

I thought how lovely this vision was

And wished it would not end

But we struck a rock, quite suddenly

As the stream took…


By Sharon Cunningham

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Tired Child

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Something I wrote when I was struggling with depression and anxiety, it's a darker piece if the meaning of it is clear.

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She's tired,
She's always tired,
Somehow no one sees,
The battle inside her head,
She needs time but she can't control it,
Slowly it feels like her soul is slipping through the cracks and her mind is turning to ash,
Something so simple, so beautiful,
Yet her mind cannot find peace to except it,
Something her soul can't control and her mind can't expell,
It's clutches grab at her heart slowly turning it to black,
She's tired,
She's always so tired,
Looking for a way to slip away,
To slip from the darkness around her heart,
Because she can't take it anymore,
She's tired,
She's always so tired.

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Drugged Dreams

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…whole week feels like a dream,

Like I'm stuck in some waking dream,

So many emotions and so many chances,

A fantasy of futures,

Many footsteps I've walked,

Along path walked at night,

Watching monsters run in the dark,

Seeing true colors shine through cracks in their masks,

Hollow crown sits tilted on their head,

Maybe now they'll see,

A dark path is a teaching path,

This week feels like a drug,

I'm high on hopes,

Unsure if I'll make it in this world,

Drowning in my head trying to escape the pain,

Fantasy trees ripe with fruit all right…

By Marina Vos

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Alakazam

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…friends have nicknamed me Houdini.

I have the uncanny ability to make lovers disappear without a trace

With nothing but magic words and the ripping of a sheet.

They dematerialize into nothing but molecules and isotopes

And are swept up in the unforgiving wind produced when I utter the words:

“I can’t do this anymore.”


My magic is most proficient when my mind starts playing tricks on me.

It produces false pretenses, and speaks stories of treason,

Giving me the sign that the show is about to begin.

“Would anyone from the crowd like to…


By Vincent Midolo

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One Summer

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…complain

as I fall behind

picking wild flowers

but later

you’ll be the first

to offer a vase

We’ll drink

the last of the apple wine

and together cook a feast

of what little we find

or maybe

we’ll make a run

to the local store

in search of an onion

or another ingredient

lately unaccounted for

then I’ll laugh

as you tally

incorrect change and complain

as I fall…


By Eve Paradise

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Golden

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…he touches is golden

Every song he sings beholden

His fingertips touch the guitar strings

And shower his audience with sparkling rings

The heavens rejoice at his gentle tone

My heart races and I'm no longer alone

He gazes at the crowd enveloping me in his magic spell

Whether he really sees it's me I cannot tell

His stories speak to one deep within me

And his lullaby softly rocks me like a baby

No magic can compare to this

As he sweeps his listeners away in bliss

No magic can compare to…


By JK Forever

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Darkness

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…paths through my soul,

Voices of unknown people,

They all sound like hollow echoes,

Echoes from our haunted past and its mistakes,

I watch the darkness lay its paths out into my world and now,

Now I am afraid because this darkness belongs to those unseen,

Oh that sweet sound,

It's deep voice,

That calming embrace,

Slowing sinking into my blood,

Heating me up slowly bringing me to life,

I watched that darkness wash from my soul,

And sink down the drain,

A black liquid thick with pain,

It warms my heart,

My heart it almost beats,

Because this darkness…

By Marina Vos


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Crusader

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…awoke this morning from the bed where I had lain,

A sense of apprehension and anticipated pain.

I cannot find the weapons to combat a hurtful mind,

No thought of good to shield me, no prayer of any kind.

I pound a fist of rage within, no outlet can I see,

An ineffectual feeling that my mind will not let be.

I seek to find some happiness, or even restless peace;

Remembered thoughts from long ago, as light and soft as fleece.

Smiles and laughter’s echoes seem to fade beneath this pall,

The strengths on which I built in life…


By James Geehring

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