It Goes Both Ways

It Goes Both Ways a poem by Haley Monday She said stop. She said no. Just because you want this doesn’t mean she does, so go. Please yourself if you have to but don’t touch her. A woman with her own mind doesn’t have the time to think about you and your “needs”. So please, bark up another tree. He said stop. He said no. just because you want this doesn’t mean he does so go. Please yourself if you have to but don’t touch him. A man with his own mind doesn’t have the time to think about you…

Counting to Eleven

Counting to Eleven, a short poem by Haley Monday.   I let out a stifled sob. Next to the garbage can, I let tears fall. Holding my hand over my mouth. I try to keep it quiet. Both my feet on the ground, But my thoughts seem to be in the sky. Replaying events like a montage, I feel a black hole in my chest. My heart hurts as if acid had been poured in it. Wanting to blend into the darkness, I huddled to the shadows. Wanting to collapse, But instead I count To eleven, And go back inside.


Moon a poem by Haley Monday   Sometimes I stare at the moon. Watching as it just starts to loom above the clouds. The white glow against the dark sky. There it is floating up high.   My head is reeled back so far, eyes staring at the stars, that it just pops off. Like fourth of july fireworks. Rolling off my back. It makes a loud crack.   Stunned but my body still stands While my head lays there. The smell of dirt digs into my nose. But all that doesn’t bother me Because I can still see.  …

3:30 A.M. Thoughts

3:30 A.M Thoughts a weird poem by Haley Monday   I can’t afford a therapist, And I don’t think I need one. But I would like a listener.   My ceiling is boring and half assed. I’d rather be looking at the stars outside. Feeling the cold earth under my reddened toes.   My eyes are open. Brown and hazy, But not alive.   Feeling like soup. I want to swirl down a drain, But I don’t want to get lost in the sewer pipes.   Can’t seem to stretch my toes far enough, Can’t seem to pull my hair…

Be True To You

Be True to You Written by Haley Monday Creative Writing Exist loudly. Speak proudly. When you fail, do it spectacularly.   Bake your lovers a cake. And if they don’t like it, let your heart ache. Don’t let your happiness be faked.   Let yourself feel, Only then can you heal. Let yourself know that emotions are real.   Learn how to win. Love your own skin. And never stop your face from creating a grin.   Be true to you! Let that be your breakthrough. And if you need a permanent reminder, get yourself a tattoo.


Artwork by Claire Smith Illustrative “Better Together” HAIR Written by Haley Monday Creative Writing Big hair, shiny hair and soft hair, straight hair or curly hair, brown hair, braided hair, blonde, black and red hair, short hair, long hair, tangled hair, thin hair and thick hair, dyed hair, pinned hair, loose hair, fake hair, permed hair and gray hair. No hair. It’s all beautiful. It’s all you.

They Say Bluebirds Offer Hope

  They Say Bluebirds Offer Hope Written by Alyssa Diamond Creative Writing hope arrives when the heart is heaviest blue with melancholy and doubt dragging its wings through the flood waters its existence submerged with lungs full of ocean and ozone blue is the color of sorrow, mourning, and the rain it is also the color of the sky and hope never forgets flight never forgets the sky even underwater hope arrives when the heart is heaviest and offers its waterlogged wings

Outside the Inner Circle

Outside the Inner Circle Written by Haley Monday Creative Writing Spinning the wheel, we sit in a neutral position. Not falling backwards, neither advancing forward. Standing outside the inner circle we stare at the clock. We have been enjoying the sunshine for too long. We’ve gotten sunburned by reality. And it hit us all at once. We’ll have to depart soon. The thought of moving makes our breath become hitched. Little stones thrown at the back of our heads. Reminding us that we can’t stand here forever. It sucks we can’t. Poetic words can’t express it any other way, it…

A Growing Weed

A Growing Weed Artwork by Haley Monday Written by Haley Monday Creative Writing Make yourself at home in my empty shell, replace my cobwebs and empty corners with your things and thoughts. Arrange them, replace them, cherish them, I will keep them safe. Rebuild yourself, reinvent yourself, relieve yourself, I will rent you my place.   Grow yourself and fill my core to its brim. I’ll keep you sane, just please… please promise to do the same. Ouch, I’m spilling I’m spilling, I’m spilling. Drowning, you’re taking too much space.   Stealing the air from my lungs, You’re beginning to…