Genre: Relationship, Romance, Love

Betrayed with a Kiss by Azzurra Nox

Answers cannot be found in your shattered reflection,
But you persist to search with your distressed eyes
Carving the image of your wrecked heart in the corridors of your soul.
Dead days pass you by—because
Eleven-fiftyseven knows all about your veils that
Fail to heal your bleeding wounds.

Gone forever are the days when
Heaven could be found in your boudoir,
Indigo tears fall uncontrollably—because
Jealousy rips your minuscule body with its tyrannical claws
Killing you in its cruel process.
Love for you now is nothing but a double dagger-inflicting Cupid, who

Marks your flesh with your lover’s name,
Nails his decayed passion deep within your
Opium-fueled fantasies.
Prick your bruised lips with a razor blade….
Quiet blood whispers its way down your pallid chin,
Rushes to seek an escape from your essence,

Strives to survive while you just…

Genre: Family

Cigarette Butts

My father made me.
Sculpted me out of the cigarette butts he & my mother left
outside the bar where they met.
Each butt falling,
landing
& forming
their foundation.
Accumulating,
into child after
child after child.
Children to sit at his feet.
Tugging at his heart
until he removed the strings.

By: Rebeccah Pope, 2016

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Genre: Relationship

 More than an Emotion by AR slim

It wasn’t in the way she said she loved me. It was the sparkle in her eyes, that half grin smirk on her lips. The glow in her face. The touch of her hand against mine. Catching her looking at me as if I was the only man in the world. That’s how I knew. NO – That’s how she showed me what I meant to her:

Loved

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Genre: Examination of our Society, Youth Culture, Dark, Reality,

The Playground by Phillip Rivers

old buildings, empty fields,
and those vacant haunted lots
we used to play games
now they’re moving different rocks
oxy pills, heroin,
get the molly from ‘Pops’
never met the biological
just old dude from the block
broken swings, broken glass,
shards at the bottom of the slide
dark urban metaphors
represent what they feel inside
skinny jeans, skinny teens,
hallowed out cheeks
zombie looking humans
fixing for the next treat
sunken eyes inside a skull
that once was filled with hope
the avenues they stroll
trigger mechanisms to cope
wasted Youth, squandered Dreams
children forced to be grown
how can they see the light
with no electric on at home
empty house, empty plates,
stomach rumbles provide the sound
with nowhere else to go
they seek out the playground

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Genre: Rhyme, Thriller

Aylan lies face down by Angelina Llongueras

Aylan lies on the ground
face down,
the sea
has delicately poised him
on the beach,
right where the sand
and the water meet,
only a bucket missing
at his feet
for him to build a castle
in the delicate evening sun.

Aylan lies face down.

Mme Lagarde is happy
he has not outlived
the age where pensions
cease to be cost efficient
for those that, like her, rob them,

and suck the blood and flesh
of sweet «cheap» children
from «cheap» countries
scourged and devastated
by outsourced armies
made of private thugs
to avoid restitutions,
children placed,
like a satanic offer,
to her feet, so she can take a bath
made of their fragile delicacy,
and feel rejuvenated,
like that Hungarian countess
of the middle ages.

Aylan lies face down,
sleeping the infinite sleep,
together with his Syrian family,

Genre: Family

Will’s House by Martha C. Wallace

Pla-ploop, pop, pop, bloop, bloop…
the coffee percolator sings.
Sssst, pop, pop, ssst
the bacon sizzles a hot reply.
Hot sticky cheese bubbles over the sides of the toast.
Buttery grits pop and boil.
Country music singers wailin’ and bemoanin’ love, life, and country livin’
drift from the kitchen radio to upstairs rooms.
Grandpa taps the tips of his shiny black shoes.
I rush to get the homemade peach and strawberry preserves from the pantry,
and grandpa’s favorite coffee cup .
First I blow, then sip the spicy and fragrant sassafras tea that Grandpa makes just for me.

Grandpa sleeps downstairs to protect his house-
no one was “comin in heh” he’d say.” My family’s gonna be safe heh.”
In the South’s cotton fields,
beautiful, white blossoms transform, turning crimson,
like the sharp cuts that the bracts made on my grandfather’s hands