don’t let him bend the spine of your book you deserve preservation. no folded corners, your pages are fragile; you do not deserve to be read in indignation. This poem features in the collector's edition of Liv's debut poetry collection 'serendipity'. Check out Liv's website for all the details of how to purchase her collections:… Continue reading be gentle by Liv Chalmers
ocean dances like the dirt bike on ridgacre road, lustful and longing and silent at noon. ocean pulls at my feet, collecting heavy steps and heartbreak for children to play with. ocean watches parents argue over where the wind catcher should go, whose turn is it to collect change, who will end up… Continue reading beachside caravan park by Beth Phillips
Who hurt you? The bright sun or the harsh wind? Was it the people around you, Or the voices from within? What hurt you? The love you give or the love you take? The companionship coming to you, Or the vibes given off in your wake? Who hurt you? The dusk or the… Continue reading Prudent Lunacy by Nermeen Naveed
The world does not want me, But if it were to understand me, It would know that to hate me Is to never accept that Despite me being me I still am the best I can be. In the moment I can see, How easy life could be, If I wait long enough, And… Continue reading The World by Jane Viol
We sat at the table with clean plates the lamp flickered as though mourning Benjamin Franklin or taking the time to praise him and house mouse was not afraid to run across your patent shoes neither of you sure why both are here On Christmas day I gifted you with a… Continue reading You Forgot Who You Were When Our Table Lost a Chair by Summer Young
Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us. From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion. We seek to not only affect them, but also their validation. We feel incomplete having not told them.… Continue reading The Handprints Inside Us by Afrah Bari
Leaves falling from the tree Following in the footsteps of unknown Crumbling up into memories Of the unseen People walking by Towards money and fame Not being able to see What they step on What they spend on Crumbling the leaves Memories of seeds Break into pieces Stepping on hearts Of the people that are… Continue reading Life by Sultan Sajid
I don't have much to offer, only two restless eyes, all the music I’ve heard and a great hunger for life and understanding. I can't give you more because I don’t have it. I haven't earned the right to have it. I must admit, I don't like when I’m wrong, I hate the… Continue reading Offer by Juan Bautista Correa
In captivity of the cure, He laid dormant for days, Splendid was he on his feet, He tries to paint upon his greys, His spirits have him far from the edge, He carved another line on the wall, Waiting to break free but, Patience and Temptation, it was a brawl! Cling! Cling! Cling! And he… Continue reading Cure! You Menace by Mohid Bin Abid
We got it from her big brother Or more likely from one of his friends They were hot, spotty year elevens and we wanted to be them Or more likely the girls they hung out with who had big earrings red hair like Rihanna and the kind of confidence we could never seem to buy… Continue reading m/45/toronto by Aisling Towl
