Emily Crow Guest Writer At the sight of you my eyes light up. Your sent intoxicates the air. When you enter the room everyone smiles. You are every girl’s fantasy and deepest desire. Containing swirling pools of dark brown. My lips long for your touch. When I’m down you are the first I turn too.… Continue reading My True Love

Emily Crow Guest Writer A fragment of time Life on pause A moment caught at its prime Captured with imperfect flaws Life on pause Laughter with no sound Captured with imperfect flaws Something lost that now is found Laughter with no sound Pinned to the wall to show the past Something lost that now is… Continue reading Photograph Pantoum

Anonymous Guest Writer I see god in triangles And the way dominoes fall; I see god in living things, Even the things that crawl. I don’t see god in clouds, Unless you count the raindrops – I don’t need to see god in churches. Or crosses. Or hijabs. I see god in numbers, And uncanny… Continue reading God to an Atheist

Nimbus Guest Writer What is time It’s intangible, yet encompasses thy all. The older thou are, the more experienced So time begets experience. Children laugh and play without worry Yet thou wallow in cynicism. Cynicism is time and experience But experience itself is time, so cynicism is only time more. As thou grow older, darkness… Continue reading Chronos

Nicole Guest Writer  Snow The earth is quiet Because of the heavy snow Not a sound is heard Rain The sun is hidden The day is dark and gloomy Rays will be concealed Cloudy Stars can be hidden Moon lit nights are no longer Dreams are the night lights

Nicole Guest Writer The most beautiful smile I ever saw, was the smile of a blond girl I saw walking around the mall. The way her hair bounced as she walked, the sun light from the sky lights glimmered against her silky waves. I knew I had to have her smile, it had to be… Continue reading UNTITLED

Nicole Guest Writer Tell me the story of how the sun loved the sun loved the moon, so much he died every night to let her breath.” She asks into the cold night. He held her close on the couch, the couch that faced the open balcony. It overlooks the night city, cars pass by,… Continue reading Untitled

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