Made it Out

Poetry | Michael Lee

Is that your worst?

My heart on the floor

At 4 am slammed the door

Screamed “this isn’t a home”

***

Picture perfect shattered

Her life is a disaster

He thought he could fix her

But now all he could do is miss her

***

She lost all her hope

Said love is like a knot on a rope

Instead of struggling to undo it

She’d rather burn it to smoke

***

Walking down the street she’s singing

***

I don’t know where I’m going but I’m leaving this town

I’ll pack up my bags, I need to get lost to be found

No one will care if I’m gone, so I’ll disappear

Cause I don’t see the sense in staying here

***

What’s the sense of staying here?

Booked a flight to Chicago

She’ll be gone by tomorrow

Changed her number, dyed her hair

Thinking that change will drown the sorrow

***

Left a note on the table

But she was barely even able

To write it without crying

“Daddy this is the last time-

***

But her tears turned to anger

And she crumpled up the paper

Ran her fingers through her hair

Took the keys and she ran

***

I don’t know where I’m going but I’m leaving this town

I’ll pack up my bags, I need to get lost to be found

No one will care if I’m gone, so I’ll disappear

Cause I don’t see the sense in staying here

What’s the sense of staying here?

***

Now she’s singing

***

I don’t know how I’ll make it, But at least I got out

Spent every last dime, now I’m sleeping on a couch

I’m broken, I’m a mess… But at least I got out

At least I got out.

Favorite Song

Poetry | Angelica Lombardo

 

you are constantly
in two places at once.
in your life,
living,
existing,
daring to become

greater.
but you are

in my mind,

always.

 

 

 

In Case You Haven’t Heard… We Published a Book!

Dear Readers,

As you may already know we have been hard at work the past few months and I am proud to announce that our book, “Sighing in unison: Portraits of Introspection” has finally come to life. Within the 200 pages is a handpicked selection of our best work from the past year. There’s a little something for everyone here; essays, poetry, and photography all falling under a lens of introspection. For us, this is a HUGE accomplishment, coming from a project that was literally just two guys and our rambling thoughts. Since then we have grown into a collective featured work from 15 individuals. We have learned so much about ourselves through our writing this past year, and hope you can learn something about yourselves from reading as well.

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In the near future we plan on continually expanding as both a publishing group and a design firm. If you are a creative individual and would like to join our team contact us, we’d love to see your work.

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Sincerely,

Bryan J Mangam, Co-Founder

Was, Once

Poetry | Amanda Davis

was once

Autumn is Coming

AUTUMN IS COMING

Poetry | Michael Deabold; Photo | Cody Deabold

 

Why does everyone die,
The summer after high school?
We all relate, my friends and I.
We miss the past.
And don’t like constant change.
We’re broke.
And the only time we talk is when we’re down.
That’s okay I need the company anyway.
We all wanna’ break away from this town.
But like the leaves in the fall.
We are all stuck together on this ground.

Meet Me in the Stars

 

 

UNTITLED 5

Poetry | Angelica Lombardo ; Photo | Cody Deabold

how did the universe
come up with you
looking into your eyes
i see the cosmos
but in the sky
in every star
there is a little piece of you.

 

 

Over, Backward

Poetry | Kelley Rattinger

 

most likely

you make me come

with you, in all matters in all

manners, in all those parallel playgrounds

outside this here, ground

and most likely that’s a lot of bending

 

there, i imagine

outside this here, ground

i bend deep like an artist

some acrobat swinging,

swimming through tricks and

a light that makes you look again

 

here is where

i bend like a silly straw, stiff

predictable plastic knots

you’re the sweet juice, twirling

tumbling in bends in circles, swirling

up up up! into my mouth

 

and here is where you say “baby” and

since i am not a baby

i drink, you

taste like the ground, maybe

i’ll grow, i think

you think “baby” again and so

i wither

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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