Every Day Poems
Untitled By Jennifer-Crystal Johnson Nearing the edge Of sanity And every dream Flashes before her With a pure Intensity The beauty of Reality Inside out *As published in Strangers with Familiar Faces ### Jennifer-Crystal Johnson is originally from Germany, but was raised all over. She has published one novella under her former last name, The…
Blues by Brendan Sullivan Morning comes in widow’s weeds while gloom settles to the bottom of my cup, begging to be stirred, wondering why my chin has fallen over the rim and how come my feet take forever to shuffle over floorboards and dust. I am vacant, worn down – just this mud-bare rug, heels…
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by Blazhia Parker I wish we could talk All I’m left with is mystery and interpretation What if I’ve gotten it all wrong? Maybe I’ve mutilated Or overly debated By defending your words, Words that I’ve never actually heard uttered from your mouth
Night’s Brilliance by Dabir Ahmed Shaikh Stream of consciousness flows on, stars smile on Forms shapes, smiles flit on. Desires fulfilled unfulfilled whirl on. Stars of gloom on the mournful sky haunted by the horror of the onslaught Astronauts spin on to distant darkness. My heart beats spill out stream of sorrow. The new shapes…
The Bedroom by Doug Draime There is no point of reflection here. It wavers at the angle the bed used to be. Where it was once was, at that angle, I watched the stars and moon. Now the moon is where the apple tree was. The radio has completely disappeared. A Mexican vase is there…
Attention by Zachary Anthony ATTENTION. Overwhelming, normally unconscious, Compulsion. You throw yourself out there. Was it worth it? Everyone is laughing at you. Everyone is cheering for you. Everyone is trying to empathize with you. But it feels wrong. Your outburst, Big or small. Even now, You want these words to be read. Is it…
It’s her fault by John Steffen Because of the moon Wife and I got in a fight when I dragged her outside to see the light tonight Because of the moon The light of night is not her interest, she said And I am just a fool, by her insistence and spite Because of the…