by Beth Portnoy Alone in the rushing silence,She craves the quiet of a crowd.Alone with her screaming thoughts,She craves the lulls and tides of human being. Alone with her own existence,She craves the feel of others.Alone with a soul she knows in and out,She craves the strangeness of the world. Alone in her head,She craves […]
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While my friends, all beautiful with diamond promises on their left hands, live out overflowing love and beginnings, I’m here in this empty, secret, overgrowth garden that is the middle of me. Hope waits at the gates as I swing myself over and over the green pond at the center and rub fallen pink rose […]
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Thanksgiving is something nice, like the wind that rustles the leaves on the old maple tree at Grandma’s house, or the smell of Grandpa’s pipe freshly lit. The eager little kids waiting for that beautiful sensation they get from eating Grandma’s cooking and the laughter that fills the room at the end of the night. […]
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I sit in the corner of the bar My toes twist, my throats tightens I shouldn’t be here, I don’t belong. People laughing, drinking, smiling And I watch, sip my drink, and sit still without a sound or twitch of the mouth. I scan the surrounding area for an escape route, but a crowd of […]
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Tell them I was the perfect storm; I came strong and uninvited. Tell them you hid from my rain, And prayed for me to be gone. Tell them I was a delicate flower; Blooming so strangely under the sun. Tell them you stole my fragrance, And alone you ran. Tell them I was the ending […]
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Sometimes when I lie awake at night, when I grow weary of the electronic hum from my household devices and the symphony of snoring from my parents, I like to pretend I’m a shooting star. Flying miles overhead, away from all the pain and hatred that humans seem to reek of nowadays. I would soar […]
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Inspired by “Wishbone” by Richard Siken. “Wishbone” was previously published in Oddball Magazine. You are talking about your ex-boyfriend and I am telling you about how when I tried to kill myself, I couldn’t find a sharp enough knife. …………I even tried a cleaver from the kitchen drawer, …………but I couldn’t bring myself to push […]
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I float in a blurred balance of life, Slowly falling through the dark spaces in between the light, Filling in the blanks with my own absurd assumptions. I swim with the current, Basking in the fleeting peace of the world, Flying, in search of child-like wonder. Trying to understand, I lock myself away, Oddly disappointed […]
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My Dear Shadow, How is it on the dark side? Do you ever think about where you come from? How your presence is because of me? Do you hear music? Can you feel the soft warmth of the sunset? Can you touch fabric? Have you ever felt comforted by the single stroke of a paint […]
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