The wave of anxiety rushes through me I feel the ground below me crack I feel the air above me move faster,…
-
-
Sometimes I feel the future on the horizon. It drips on my fingers like ice cream, melting to become an empty cone,…
-
Fax no Printer By: Maddison Cole Here we go Time to dispose Of all the myths Known to be facts, Puttin’…
-
Walking On by Marin Poleshek I have never loved the beach; anyone who knew me as a child could tell you…
-
-
Shall I sit and think of you? It rests heavy on my heart, so long A love that I never really knew…