He climbs into us through any open passage, just so he can crawl his way into our chest. He gives off a smell of rotten eggs and sulfur....

Cold wind blows through the door and brings down the heads of many, and as Sadness walks in it feels as if you will never find warmth...

Yesterday, I was a boy bound by quitting, a dying light accepting his last breath of air, not caring about a new day, ready to find my...

We wear masks to hid our lies in a disguise of muffled flies like those on a horse on a hot summer day. Our masks close our pores. They...

It's spacious, vast, empty and open like my soul. It's large and noticeable, but I still don't fit in. It's been here too long. I feel...

The lines are a winding tunnel of creativity. The colors are splashes of light and dark. The brush is an extension of my hand to use as I...

He wears a bright red shirt with black tapered jeans and blue Converse high-tops. His voice is delicate but powerful, speaking...

Siting, watching, on a dreadful hill, I see you...yes you, devil of mine, with your flaming pitchfork and broken horns, in the act of...

Mr. Pain keeps on fighting the battle of hurt between himself and his sanity, only wanting one thing, and that is to end his life with...

A blinding evening sun beating down on my neck cutting at my skin

Starting to get hit at such a young age. Just thinking about all the blood I spit, not following on the same page. I begin to cry every...

He smiles at other people, but sometimes he is sad, and he cries all day long, and sometimes people stop and talk to him and sometimes...

Rain comes pouring through the neighborhood, screaming at everyone walking by, not caring about who he hits. Rain looks down on us with...

How can there be an apple without seeds filling the core? How can there be a house without a door? My mother’s mind is an apple seeded...

I am from pain and love, from be-home-before-the-streetlights and watching my grandparents struggle for their life. I am from fistfights...

The title of my poem of patience discreetly hints at what the reader may find. The lines are formed slowly and magnanimously to give the...

I float in between phases cradled and cocooned in the wisps of the future I rise as the golden glow illuminates the edges of space ebbing...

There once was a boy who started as a young chef… Well in the making - he tried. He love experimenting even if you would give his food an...

Whenever I take off my mask I have to put another one on At least this one doesn’t mess up my hair But it fogs up my glasses And makes my...

The moonlight bounced off her eyes like the ocean Her fingers traced back and forth over the Crescent hanging off my neck Almost there,...