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The hero you cannot save
i guess i will always be this: the warm coat you reach for on a rainy friday night. the hand you grab onto when the world has sunk you and…
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Wild Child
on a school trip to Toronto I bought myself a souvenir a keychain from Canada’s Wonderland. I couldn’t find one with my name on it and the others had silly…
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Day 1 of _______
I never imagined it would be this beautiful, the sun falling gently into your tornado sky eyes.
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Clovers in the Rain
I was waiting for my aunt to pick me up from band camp. I saw a small field of clovers. I thought they looked beautiful, because they had drops of…
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Fight You
This poem is about accepting myself as I am. I can get stuck in negative cycles in my head, and after a while, I started seeing these thoughts as monsters…
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MANIAAAAA
This piece is based on my experience with bipolar disorder, specifically the manic side. Personally, mania can involve overwhelming emotions that cause me to cry or laugh uncontrollably. Often, my…
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Six Feet Under
Smothered with jasmines, roses and tulips Feeling low and singing the blues The walls of the coffin close in As death knells start to ring I remember all my unfinished…
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Old Friends
We said we’d meet up Just you and me, I got all dressed up You looked so happy, We walked down the street, The day was so clear, I took…
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Someone New
By Alissa Mollett, 17 i was bare without Your taunting laugh to clothe me with comfortable cowardice. i was cold without Your burning eyes to watch as i walked away.
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Nine to Five
This piece shows the beauty in the mundane; there is a simplicity and intrigue in our routine, and I wanted to express that.
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blind in hindsight
my mind is a book with illustrations color flies freely from page to page each turn more vivid than the last but when i reach your chapter i am overwhelmed…
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How I Lost My Mom
By H. S., 18, Missouri Creeping into my parents’ bedroom, I stand on my tiptoes to peer over the bed at them. My mom is holding the biggest teddy bear…
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Wilting
Jealousy is my one “toxic” trait, and that’s what wilting is all about. I’m far from perfect; a chubby kid, with low self esteem. Needless to say, I see all…
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Thirty Years
I see a lot of stereotypes about older married couples squabbling constantly. There seems to be a commonly-held view that love will inevitably deteriorate over time, and I believe that…
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Fighting Through Digital Art
Although I was not able to attend the Black Lives Matter protests, I wanted to contribute and show my support in any way I can, so I decided to draw…
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War for Injustice
This piece was inspired by America’s awakening to racial injustice. I wanted to portray this very important time in an art piece as a historical memento that I can remember…
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Grilled Cheese
“If you have any extra grilled cheese after everyone has gone through the line, please let me know. They’re my favorite,” I told Gina, the head lunch lady at the…
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By Shot and Gun
Children beg for their fathers' lives At the feet of the privileged They are told they are "less than" Like a decree, a proclamation While mothers say "Black is beautiful"…
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Connect
My work is inspired by the recent pandemic that took over the world. I wanted to show how we rely on tech to stay together in isolation, and how there…
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POETS, BE HEARD!
Join us on April 16th @ 7 pm CST for our virtual open mic poetry night! This is a low-pressure, non-judgmental space to share your poetry and gain inspiration.
