It’s your greatest fear Edging near, When no one’s around To save you. It’s the ugly and the weird, Your worst side mirrored, Inner demons Coming out to play. It will fester in your gut, As it turns you to smut, Catching in your throat Before it steals your breath away. You will feel your…

Forgive yourselffor all the thingsyou wish you had done differently. We were not put on this earthto know everything,but to learn. To gather the lessonsas we go,and grow a littlewith each one. So be gentle with yourself. Offer yourself kindness,forgiveness,and a little faiththat next time,you will know better. This was written by our contributing writer,…

In my head A thousand words flow, Some speak with truth Some laced with dread And some are drenched in fear In them I drown. From all I write My words are but a tapestry, A shroud drenched in mystery If all I do is write Then where is my muse A question for all…

When we say we want to be happy When we say we want to see the world Earth is full of love Who are we telling this lie to? When we say we are strong When we say we are not in the wrong Everything is fine Who are we telling this lie to? When…

Dear younger self The world will haunt you, like ghosts fighting for comfort through a storm, you will be tossed around like a toy,  everything you love and believe in will get destroyed. Words will be thrown like balls on a rugby field  Betrayal shall look at your eyes with a smirk halfway its face.…

What is the use of history if it teaches me to hate my brother because his father once fought mine? What is the use of knowing where our fathers stood if knowing their footsteps makes us forget where we are going? They tell me, “Go back to your roots. Remember who you were. Return to…

The Lord has made a home for the sparrow, A nest upon the branches, A place where its wings can rest And its little heart can belong. So, I will not fear that my gift has nowhere to go. If God made a home for the birds, Then surely, He has prepared a place For…

 Gifted not lent Yet I feel like a liability to the world My soul feels borrowed And my mom?  I feel like I owe  For much more than I can count  “We are given  A gift more bitter than limonin  While its purpose is greater than insulin and Ritalin” Every time those words fall from…

Deep into the woods, Beyond the road’s end, No motors or mines to offend, Is where my sick soul wends. Away from city insanity Cleansing air purifies, Cleaning out these smoky eyes, Letting lungs and spirit rise. Clear waters serve to soothe This damaged mind and flesh, Flowing through me to enmesh Its healing salve…

Every sentence is rehearsed. I lie through every verse  I put a needle through my skin  For attention I was deprived as a kid I say I want peace  But I consumed all the peace that used to exist  It lives inside of me  But suffocates my me when the day blinks  I need to…