my Mother and i used to go on walks together. Our hands swinging, She’d point to the Singing birds and whisper their names in the …
Broken by Rachel Friede
You broke me, I remember that– every single detail about it. Do you? Do you remember it? Don’t worry if you don’t I’ve written it …
This Paper Plane by Aditi Chanda
This paper plane that’s on my wrist Flies round and round my clenched fist As steel is pressed upon my skin To spill the things …
Untitled by Rose Bythrow
We could kiss on the street, but it’d be too romantic. I’d say you should leave but you’re no good with semantics. One-handed you gave …
Day 348
Winter Wonderland by: Matthew Fuller “Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.” -Pietro Aretino
An Ode to the Broken Hearts by Rachel Waring
This is for the girls with hearts made of glass and bloody fingers from picking up the broken shards. This is for the girls with …
Star by Kayla King
A fruit is really just a seed and once it grows and seeps with sweet blood they will want to sink carnivorous teeth into its …
You by Leena Baloch
you shrink yourself you fear being melodramatic and so you adjust your vision so the world becomes monochromatic but that’s not what you want, is …
The Truth About Vampires by Julia Maltby
Next time you see me Try to find how hollow my smile has become. How it bears all my teeth to prove I am complete …