Lit Poetry

When September came and you were gone with the setting skies and leaves that crunch like bone I took a trip down memory lane alone, in an orange-tinted...

Sometimes I just lay on the grass without moving; people call my name, but I don’t hear them. I’m too busy staring at the...

declared on a bunk bed in a cabin by a river your voice the sweetest sound of poison (I cannot forget) even in the heat of summer you held me...

I was magic; A burning kerchief turned into new fabric, A white dove that flew away from a magician's trick        

The ticking of the clock tells me it's time to dream, About the rise of an empire or perhaps the downfall of a king. Should it...

When the last of rose has mellowed, And faded with decay, And the warmth has fled in silence, Borne off in cold dismay, I’ll see your silhouette, underneath the...

You are a willow branch broke open. Sleek. puffed with soft. Wind breaks you down, twists you. I’ve seen you fight it, and now I say Stop. Let yourself break...

I am broken bones and scraped knuckles ........bruised knees and black eyes ........cut up arms and twisted ankles ........tear-stained cheeks and shaking hands ........screaming lungs and pounding heart ........constantly...

Today I learned the golden rule of feminism. Tip 101 of being the right kind of Feminist. I can't like the colour pink. So, this is how it works: Pink...

I am not yours to interrogate, to tear apart with attention. I gave you what I could, and all you did was ask Why. Now all I have is mental images and...