I’m used to not fitting in Being the odd one out On the outside looking in Being able to get close to you And ruining it Knowing I’ll never be allowed back in I have never hated the outside more I would forgive you a thousand times And one thousand times more Walking away is… Continue reading Outside by Jayda Marí
I thought I could find myself I thought I could be free I thought I could grow into the person I was meant to be All in Japan That puts a lot of pressure on a place, doesn't it? Because even after experiencing This country's beauty The amazing experiences that tourists Remember for the rest… Continue reading Constant Companions by Kimberly McAfee
Could an extended kiss, breath heldBe that peeling elixir?To plunge into the well,Flooding our beingsWith the radiance of youth – Each peeled-off retro layerWafting back to the magicTime of its making, Its lovely seamstressesDreaming of the euphoriaOf its perfect wearerYearning to robe a legend,With dormant creations Then finally, after blank aeonsShe appeared. Would that I… Continue reading Sublime Attire by David Russell
She wore only an expression of fatal illusions, The power to capture and tear off at whim Those moths which fluttered Low, bright and light around her. Memory served no purpose while in her presence, For she would but lift her eyes and sweep them Over the brow of lovers – fatal she was, A… Continue reading Seductress Divine by Joy Sheridan | Women’s History Month
In response to Forever Endeavour asking, for International Woman's Day, "what does being a creative woman mean to you?" With nails trimmed for instrumental efficacy.I reach down into my feminine soulI dig in to the secret placewhose roots knot around a luminous corethat I don't understandMy fingers absorb the resonance there,return clutching a momentthat drips… Continue reading Creative Woman by Amy Jasek | Women’s History Month
stairs are too narrow and will waver for a momentwhen I try and find the light in this spacewhere touching will be encouraged.where I will paint the walls yellow to remind methat I must rebuild a state of beingthat I can no longer rely on mother to be a sourceof heat.this is what I have… Continue reading pear tree lover by Beth Phillips | Women’s History Month
Two friends with time to fill Together always and still alive They’ll meet again on the hill Coffee dates and gossip to spill Brunches, prosecco, and laughter Two friends with time to fill Even when one turned to a pill They supported each other They’ll meet again on the hill They planned for forever until… Continue reading They’ll meet again on the hill by Lauren J. Shine
to Alexandra On a night far away from yoursI’m under an ancient chestnut treepink feathers are mirrored on the sunset riverand the slow flow is bathing the Flamingo At this time you’re combing your haircraving for my handsputting some Moon and make up onto lie in bed and make love with my smell In the… Continue reading At 3am by Serena Piccoli
Today we lost each other,found silhouettes at sunset and rememberedwe don’t know how to smile.And you’ll smoke every Friday, with a brunette boundto your eyes, but still remember mein coffee rings and autumn sun. I’ll hurt for longer than I need,cling to wildflowers until salt soaks my cheeks.I’ll find a body to hold me,kiss me… Continue reading One week crying and four months later by Becca Harrington
Fed up with suggestions of paths constantly lit with brightness, Now I am set to search my way through night's other face. No one could make me achieve what I am born for, Because from mother's womb my only strength is my loneliness. Had got many peers once, Now I'm left with some Of parents'… Continue reading Support of Loneliness by Aparna Mohapatra
