I don’t know why I’m going to die People find depression relatable and laugh when I hate myself And I just want to cry In this society I cannot be me Stuck with the expectations of not being the emotional wreck I am F**k toxic masculinity And to think That I like pink People call… Continue reading Thomas Hastings – Toxic
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Break the Mold by TK Poehlman
This is a poem about being your own person because these chains have locked the thoughts in my brain to make them sit there and fester in pain but the strain is pulling much too hard like a traveling bard headed across a plane of existence within the cerebral cortex of those who have listened to the restriction… Continue reading Break the Mold by TK Poehlman
Dreamcatcher by Tori Glasser
Thoughts woven Strung together with care Laced with love Imagination travels Throughout the maze of threads Vibrant colors flutter through Life continues on Naïve. Wings caress the string Pinks and Golds Presenting blissful sleep Shimmers the dreams for tomorrow’s common life A trifling blue breath Enters the gate of the braids A sudden struggle Her… Continue reading Dreamcatcher by Tori Glasser
Slam Poem – Mary Werner
I’m walking down a blank white hall way In fact I do it everyday You avoid eye contact with everyone and anyone you don’t know And it’s not because you don’t care, but because you’re afraid of what you don’t know Do you know what’s it’s like to be a “fossil chick” when you don’t… Continue reading Slam Poem – Mary Werner
The last love poem – Alexis Opper (alumna)
Writing this for you is a little like dying in the sense that my whole life (Or at least, my whole life with you) Flashes before my eyes Like a movie With beautiful lighting and soft, slow music And both of us, acne free and glowing I am at a loss of how to do… Continue reading The last love poem – Alexis Opper (alumna)
Autumn Winds – Nick Villar
The Game of Life – Ariel Puev
Writing – Alexis Opper (alumna)
If you have ever wanted to write A pyramid Stacks of laborious words Harshly sloping to An exploding neon butterfly sky That taste like salt water taffy If you have ever wanted to write like that If you have ever tried to write A pair of lips Puckered in a rosy matte The artisans blend… Continue reading Writing – Alexis Opper (alumna)