Battles follow you where you go In soft places where harm seems hidden but you know it lingers in small shadows These battles follow you closely And, oh, how you fight them! Soldiering through, onward and all alone Until they are done Gasping through deep dust and under heavy waves- Even under the shining sun on a sweet summers day And, devastatingly, through the tightness of winter cold Fiery teeth tearing you apart and biting into your bones Jessica Arron is an artist, poet

My first plant was a vibrant yellow tulip Leading to my first obsession  Wanting to take a sunbath in the pollen; I plucked the flower from the pot  And a mush of brown began to appear  Swallowing my obsession into the roots  To a reflection of petals that deceive  Discovering that through the soil I’d grown into my own  Becoming known as both yellow and mush of brown   Overwatered unable to know contentment  Devin Riddle currently lives in Savannah, Georgia. Her work has bee

The world is hoping against hope That you don’t wake up and regain your crown. THINK on these things…….

It’s two in the morning again, Another night wasted alone. All we did was take away the pain. I spent my night ignoring the phone.

Ana Ruth Salinas, the Tigress of El Salvador.

The Phoenix is still there no matter how hard you

I sat at the table with the man on fire We were having a party The man just sat there... on fire And we did nothing....

How are you? they asked her ...gave it some thought... and then She said; Complete Integrated Solid Whole Strong Woman How do you feel? they asked her ...gave it some thought and then She said; Joyful Energetic Gleeful Soulful Alive Awake Sensual Lusty Aware So it seems that this woman no longer needs the strength of her fortress to be alive and in the moment....to function ....to exist.... She unlocked the door...to her truth....her fortress was no longer needed she could be

See, I already know graphite snaps in half, and teeth don’t. But I’m not in it for the winning

I wonder if today made a prodigy, Cause I met a new guy tonight And he felt just right

Child of mist and swirls of fog, allow me but one moment to cradle you in my weightless arms— now dense with love

Ribboned fog highlighted in headlights, just above the wet night road It reminds me of windswept snow Before the cold gets too frigid and  buries our hearts in  deep frost until  spring Fog won't settle Though it brings memories of darker times The same ones you try not to recall Even though you  know , the harder you try, the more  you remember, but they don't linger Just a quick hello from mother nature  Assuring you that you never forget how dark she can be How violent, ho

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I send my love in waves and whispers, / letters folded with prayer, / voice trembling into calls that slice the oceans, / hoping each syllable finds you alive,...

Silence will echo long after the cries / The hunger, the famine, the heartbreaking goodbyes / And should evil prevail / Through the greed and the lies, / The silence will echo long after the cries

Some love burns like a holy fire / Leaves no shelter, leaves no skin / After that, you don’t chase heaven / You just want quiet to live in

He was a man in service of the seeking. Sworn to the storm.

Rosella Weigand is a writer, reader, + dreamer. She currently resides in her imagination.

Joined underwater Found breathing just fine

Christian Madsen is an Actor, Producer and Poet living in Los Angeles, California.