By Maxwell P Watch me sail It’s my turn to sail It’s not going to be easy But I must go You’ve watched two go already It was hard, and I'm sorry But you must watch your last Please don’t be nervous I promise to catch all the wind And avoid most of the waves I will steer north towards my destination Not south, to the unknown I wish you could come with me But you can’t So as I sail away from the place you made home And for this, I can’t thank you enough Cry tears of joy

By Noa RK By Noa RK Petals falling, Leaves turning, Snow drifting, Plants growing, Rinse and repeat. Dead men falling, New lives starting, Rinse and repeat. Everything turning, Everything cycling, Rinse and repeat. Creation growing, Learning expanding, Rinse and repeat. Wisdom failing, Despair growing, Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.

Art Work by Eli B

By Sunny B Always filled with sound, our Beautiful world spins on its axis, Ceaselessly rotating at a set tempo. Decades and centuries of people have permanently Etched their history, their Feelings into the Ground. The Earth never Forgets, it will always remember However long it has been, the Intimacy of breathing the same air, a Joyful reunion with those who came before. Kings, peasants, soldiers who sung their songs Loud and clear, Making sure even their Newborn childr

By Dina N What is left to say When I have felt those words Out of existence When truth isn’t trust And only believing makes it so? Love is both a blessing and a curse All-encompassing You can fit it in a single word But will you? Maybe this is the only Irreversible curse. That we love Somehow, lost Against all odds Fighting for what we think we want: To be understood, To be seen truly Not for the facade we give to others Like a most deceiving gift— The feeling when The earth

By Courtney R Lyla stepped out of the house and looked up and down the street. Cars were flying past. Literally. Hovering cars were a new thing nowadays. Her dog barked from around back as she stepped off the porch into the sunlight. Tall skyscrapers framed the sky. You could barely see the clouds without glancing up at a building as high as the Chrysler Building. Her keys jangled in her pocket as she made her way to her garage door. She fumbled with her phone as she tried to

By Christa S I exclude myself; I do not speak up I try too hard but not enough a pain I feel in my chest putting other firs is what I do best I am stressed and feel alone how do I live at home I want to be whole but am in pieces now how much happiness can I allow I am in a spinning twister of doubt what is my life truly about I can get better I am not alone but the ghost inside is left to roam Lonely hurts but its numb to me, forgive me for this poetry

Stained Glass by HNH

Anonymous In the purple sky, there is a mirage a mirage of hope and anger In this image, there are faces. The faces tell a story, a story that networks back to each of you, each one with special importance These stories stir parts of me I did not know I held, deeply veiled in me. Each person who peers upon these faces sees a riddle embedded in an illusion. Maybe these faces will tell you something about you, too. It is something I do not fathom completely. But we all know the

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