It’s funny how we look up at the stars and we marvel at their beauty and light, even though those stars are all ready dead. …
The boy with a guitar by Alanna Gray
A small smile playing at your lips, Strong chords resonating from within. Melodies poured out from your fingertips, Your intense blue eyes, Sparking when you …
Daily Germ
“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.” -Langston Hughes
Hidden Paints by Karen Manabat
“White,” you said. “Let’s paint it white.” Is it white then?, I wonder The color to describe that night; Calm seventeenth of October. ‘I remember,’ …
Here I Stand by Euan Suarez
Three years ago, I remember myself standing here, looking up at the sky, nothing but the tinge of orange and red coming from the airplanes …
For All the Broken Hearts Out There
When your heart breaks, it is as if there is no vivid coloring that is present at that moment. Everything fades to black. A meteorite might …