Unrest

Unrest Abby Pace The world is surrounded by this black darkness Forcing all of its loud noises to be set at bay I lay me head down and tell myself “it’s not at all harmless” But my mind doesn’t listen; its voice keeps driving calm away   I do not like it here, all alone When my mind wanders the things unspoken No longer are they my very own thoughts They now belong to the silence that’s broken   Things I tried to avoid during the day, now occupy my mind New doubts come to the surface, pushing me further…

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…

Phoenix Reborn

Phoenix Reborn Alyssa Diamond A few nights ago the sun painted the sky a dying orange. I watched a phoenix dissipate in the hot summer air; its feathers nothing but tendrils of black smoke and rising embers from flame. I smelled burnt ozone for days after. The scent seared into my senses- my thoughts went back to you and how you never forgot the taste of the sky. Even when your wings were reduced to ashes. You never forgot flight. Neither did I. However, the self is not something a match can be taken to. Should your past burn, your…

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

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…

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…