Vast Oceans He spent more than half his youth, just pursuing, building walls, living a life of luxury, every moment a cinematic fantasy,...

The Mountain A pile of papers Grows in the corner Like mold on leftover rice He averts his eyes Glances at it a few times Still there...

Love Letter to My Long Hair: Is sixteen years too late to say it’s not you, it’s me? Trite, I know. But oddly, for something that is...

Hop of Faith there drifts away my life feeling like a stabbing knife I don't know where i go and it hurts ever so i sit here thinking as...

Last September, my family’s 2008 black Sienna Minivan skid to a stop and released a massive flume of smoke on Highway 50, halfway between...

Teenage Villanelle Nostalgia in a flower pot, In glittery darkness, shy wallflowers decay, For me, the memories all fade and rot. Two...

for my dog days. i woke up one day the sweat on my fingertips turned to water standing alone under the sky, turning the glass around me...

Wild Blue Eyes Not a day goes by When I don’t recollect Those Wild Blue Eyes: Blue but cloudless; Tranquil but bright with rich radiance....

I hold on to shards of the past like books, lining them up in my head in neat, orderly rows. Each of them is sorted into a shelf; happy...

Milky Mere Swimming through the milky mere, I found a seashell; Pearl to my eyes and silk to my fingertips, It effortlessly drew away the...

“How would you spend your Saturday?” While I had never given this question much thought before, CBS News’ Intelligence and National...

Natural Disasters Of The Teenage Mind In a perfect world, we’d stay intact as frenzied tsunamis of our turmoil wash over us We’d stay dry...

The Endless Circle of You Today a rainbow trout chooses between the silvery pelts of two foxes and a gilded hook The lesser of two evils...

Monochrome Autumn, and the leaves bleed red, as if the stems carry blood through these fragile veins. I do not like to think of things as...

The Dust I will shut my eyes feel my sockets push upward trying to peer up into the brain or down the depths of my throat. I will open my...

It’s my opinion that everyone has crossed paths with a teacher that they felt obligated—socially or otherwise—to hate. I met mine the...

The Colour White Your all-time favourite is the colour white A canvas as blank as your mind So open to reflect the markings etched deep...

Stalemate The air is charged with the Approach of a thunderstorm I gaze out of the window At the clouds gathering On the horizon, Heavy...

Content Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse. Sometimes I think that if I start being angry, I’ll never stop. This is what’s...

Runny Pantoum Her shoes ran before she did, before her nose started. The purse strap smacked her lips so her lips smacked back. Before...