By: Emily Miller Dearest Mom, I want to know why you have not been happy. I want to know why you don’t follow your dreams. You sacrifice everything you have ever wanted for the satisfaction of knowing your kids will have lived their best lives. We appreciate everything you have done for us, but it’s…Continue Reading Dear Mom
By: Tessa Campbell Because my feet are like fish that flop helplessly below me, I decide to walk on my hands but my hands, sharp like knives, carve a path everywhere I go so I can never hide. My father says that the key to my success is to climb beyond where my fish feet…Continue Reading Carving My Path
By: Jordyn Taylor It began with all the poetry weirdo’s & worriers, and warriors, Worried that their words would be whisked away rather than Wondered, if their wisdom would be wasted on weakness. When you want to work, breathe in the wisdom of others And confidence will follow. Warriors can be wanderers too. It began when willow trees blew whimsical…Continue Reading Poetry Weirdo’s & Worriers & Warriors
By: Victoria DiMartino i know why the caged bird sings, full of promise and hope, her feathers slowly and painfully plucked out of her one by one she stands naked in front of the world her pain reads like a newspaper headline bold and overlooked she sings a warbled and broken tune hoping that someone…Continue Reading Dove
By: Victoria DiMartino sitting on silhouettes is when whispers are most likely to be heard. faint voices are to be delicate for the shadows to hear the innocence of silence is too much for children listening to sound is like hearing the secrets in your cars made from telling stories to the mind relish ungoldly hours that free you from half of your soul as time went by and started to fade…Continue Reading Silence