Category: Poem

The First Time

The First Time

Author: Sophia Falco   the world was fake, merely a blue green marble that started to crack, the lines ran too deep the same day it rolled off the kitchen table after the argument that this marble was more than just a marble also a representation of the ocean and...

Racing

Racing

Author: Mallory Bockelman   When I race, I’m MetaMal. Meta meaning more, above, and beyond The race begins easy. Less sleep, more thoughts and energy. Beginning slowly but always building Becoming a force of ideas never ending   This race is not your...

When Sorrow Stretches Across Too Many Days

When Sorrow Stretches Across Too Many Days

Author: Sophia Falco   These letters cannot spell what has been cast on me to that magnitude, they ask: “Where do you feel this in your body?” and with each breath my chest feels heavier these legs those stairs too much. I’m scared to write to you directly, to...

Hearts

Hearts

Author: Sophia Falco   The shaking of the hands                          the shaking of the arms                                       the shaking of the body                           my hands               my arms my body               but all                  ...

A Haiku For the New Year

A Haiku For the New Year

“For those traversing, through darkness, may the light be strengthened from within.”   – Sophia Falco     Blogger Bio Sophia Falco Sophia Falco is a faithful poet since she finds poetry essential to her understanding of the universe. She is...

Against the Self But Not Self-Inflicted

Against the Self But Not Self-Inflicted

Author: Sophia Falco Call it an act of defiance against the self, but not self-inflicted more like by something opposite to a God. Darkness embezzled my words yet to be born. Each letter was stuck in no man’s land, and I was left staring at this sheet of blank paper....

27th Trip Around the Sun

27th Trip Around the Sun

Author: Sophia Falco I’ve learned to hold on to my dreams even more tightly unlike that kid who witnessed his red balloon when that string slipped out of his grasp rise up up up into the blue sky—like how I will continue to rise from the depths of sorrow, and how I...

To Keep Aflame

To Keep Aflame

Author: Sophia Falco There was no fire to pull out of that volcano like how there was no rabbit to pull out of that magician’s hat. “Where’s your fire at?”, she jokingly exclaimed. Instead of responding, I looked up and pointed, pretending that the airplane overhead...

Raindrops Resemble

Raindrops Resemble

Author: Sophia Falco These raindrops resemble teardrops that I believed were almost falling in slow motion, but with the blink of an eye, they hit the pavement despite—what once was 3-D now 2-D is now just an imprint on the sidewalk. A darker shade of gray than the...

Hold On

Hold On

Author: Sophia Falco   The light was unable to filter in between the small spaces of the yellow leaves belonging to a quaking aspen.   Instead, the light was stuck behind that dense tree canopy until one leaf fell slowly unleashing the freedom for a single...

My Recipe for Sanity

My Recipe for Sanity

Author: Angela McCrimmon The world as we know it has all been torn away, The things I do to keep me well as I navigate each day, The routine that I follow to keep me on the ground, It’s scary as I realise that my world is upside down. I tell myself...

Stigma…

Stigma…

Stigma a small six letter word, But blocks the way; Too unconfident to be heard. You beastly biased blighted word, You block the light you’re so absurd.   Stigma stands blocking our path, Scared alone or scared they’ll laugh. You disgust me with your...

Poem: BEAT LIFE

Poem: BEAT LIFE

Life is like a treasure hunt. We keep searching for the answers to unlock mysteries presented to us by life. We are always on a wild goose chase thinking we are nearing the key that will unravel the mystery, and we end up with another puzzle on our hands. A few lucky...

The Wooden Heart

The Wooden Heart

Our hearts are packed with medicine, our eyes are blinded of dismay and anguished distance between life itself and the voices in our minds that tell us not to try, not to live, not to survive. The doctors tattoo a label upon our head that feeds itself into our blood...

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