Writing

The Worst Day

A Poem by Jordyn

“Isn’t it great to be an American?” they say.And it is, today, it is great to be an American.But yesterday?I saw the colored whipped..

Doubt

A Poem by Savy

i don't talk about you anymorei often wonder whether they can tellthat i'm telling but not allthat i'm hiding behind my smiles and time tablesand that..

Black Casebook

A Poem by CrimsonHints

I am slathered onto a canvas with dirt and oil crawling under fingernails. Coughed up with charcoal, an accidental rorschach. Just the cold surface of..

2 out of 4

A Poem by TheJordBaker

Some words I began last week took a new meaning yesterday, and I had a reason to put them into pieces.

Canvas

A Poem by jamie

life is a true work of art apart from it’s imperfections its mystique never lessens The touch of the wind on my skin reminds me to search f..

Nostalgia

A Poem by jamie

locked in his mindlistening to his own echosbounce off the wallshe'd built up around himwas trying to keep the world outmust have left a crack somewhe..

A Woman's Existence in the Hands of Man

A Poem by Tanaya

They told us to serve the man, hide our faces, to bear all the childrentill our bodies stretched so much that all that was left wasa pile of organs, l..