Crossroads

| by Adara Marie Shrestha I once believed that I had really found peace. The stench of green tea Without caffeine And snow on the stairs....

| by Grace Stevens Am I pulling away from the world? Not in a way of death and dying Not in a way that I’m leaving or going anywhere But...

| by Grace Stevens Sitting here in the warmth of my room I watch the rain fall outside my window The violent dance the drops each take...

| by Adara Marie Shrestha Il faut avoir des cauchemars pour être en paix avec soi même J’ai rêvé tant de fois de la chance, si j'étais...

| by Halle Ewing When I consider how my light is spent your pink window alight against ink black sky, us, overtly delighted, all things...

| by Adara Marie Shrestha I abandoned you like a child on the friendship bench The playground was a jungle of other intelligence Kids...

| by Adara Marie Shrestha To live in the shadow of a doubt The one she looks at when her pencil has fallen to the ground Her biggest fan,...

| by Adara Marie Shrestha Teach me how to accept a tear in a page. Do I rip it out completely ? No soil or water will grow it back Into...

| A. H. indeed how they would adore, when the clouds cleared and the moon arose. the smog thinning & the pure white shining light. the...

| by Vivian Huang the drowning cigarette sits pretty curled in under your tongue, singes your raw flesh until it bleeds, bleeds rust,...

| By Kyle Futaba He is the type of person to walk around a rock garden rather than take the pathway through it. He is the type of person...

| By Kyle Futaba “You fell - but I got you.” “But then I drop you” “I stomped on you” “And brushed you off” “And shut you out” “From the...

| by Val Jotenheim I circled him, akin to that of starving wolves to their own packs, He circled me, a dance of the crestfallen. I...

| Nicole Chen glistening sweat effusing from the open pores: fragrant, aromatic, orange I lift my fingers to my lips, tasting the bitter...

| by Grace Stevens Oh sweet confusion Back to the cold pavement Riddled with sunny days Eyes up yet just barely closed Trapped in a box...