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Yellow Rose Bush

Yellow Rose Bush

November 28, 2018

Yellow rose bush standing tall and looking well, You have many stories you could tell. Some stories of sorrow you might whisper, While the stories of joy you will yell.   Since your beginning the odds against you were stacked, Before you could be planted into your first home It was time to move, and...

X in the Moonlight

X in the Moonlight

November 28, 2018

In the early hours, X lay awake, Wondering how long a better life would take. Even though his heart would ache, He prayed continuously, for his own sake. It seemed no one could relate.   Day and night, he searched for contentment, but all he could conjure, were consistent amounts of resentment.   He...

sEa

sEa

November 13, 2018

Little boats are not supposed to hold glass screens that reflect an atmosphere of shifting humors but I sit and stare at a little glass square that cannot hold the moon with silver dust and then nothing and a thousand other things like the dark side of a book or the dark side of canyons that never form full lines of sound that ...

Remembered

Remembered

November 12, 2018

I wondered when I would be opened, when my letters would be renewed. And my thoughts often wondered to a dark place, where there were no bounds, no borders, no grounds, where there are pictures that light up so foreign, but the dark enslaves their sound.   And Oh, how I wish to be awakened, for...

The Colorful Eye

The Colorful Eye

November 8, 2018

Red tastes like fire. Gray sounds raspy. Green feels smooth. Purple smells like feet. But blue, blue just looks blue.   We can see colors but we cannot taste them. We can see colors but we cannot hear them. We can see colors but we cannot smell them.   No one knows why. Why we can only...

The Boy in the Red Truck

The Boy in the Red Truck

Hayley Cross, Social Media

November 8, 2018

After that moment between Me being with him and me being by myself is over, I am finally able to smile.   I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck And how I am more familiar with them than I am my own car.   The aroma that is left lingering on me, My clothing, And...

Love’s Mystery Parade

Love’s Mystery Parade

March 25, 2016

I see your face Yet, I don't know your name You come to me in my dreams Whispering the calling of my name Appearing with an outlined radiant glow I'm losing myself in your eyes Can you see what I see? Can you see the children? Hear them laughing and playing The fool tried to play you in the game of love ...

The Hunt

The Hunt

March 1, 2016

  Dragons breathe fire, boat on water, sword and shield, with ballista and web. The dragon is spotted, the Archangels fly, down and down they go through the smoke and clouds. The wings are folded, more speed is gained, vision is unclear, and the dragon disappears. The clouds part, the ground approache...

Mirrors

Mirrors

M. Brynn Bertrand, Staff Writer

March 1, 2016

Everywhere I turn, a mirror stands in my way, Each showing a vision of myself in the future, Pulling me in different directions. The images whisper softly in my mind, Telling me which way to go, Telling me who to be.   A maze of mirrors like the maze at a circus, The harder you look for...

I Am

I Am

March 1, 2016

I bottle the wind 'tis but unclaimed potential contained within I cap the snow 'tis but Hate's wounded heart aching for Love to grow I bring the rain only to find there's no hail to gain I see what eyes see 'tis but a lens, an unfathomable marker whose waning light shines darker ...