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NATURE Poem: Vöglein, by Jana Tvorogova

One always imagines the little bird in the forest
through which it flies
until it reaches a clearing
in the green and sunlight

But what if this little bird dreams of the sea
and feels trapped in the meadow within the woods

It dreams of storms
of salty drops of water
chasms
grottoes
waves that threaten to swallow it whole
and winds that will carry it away

The little bird is weary of the green,
uneasy among the trees
Furiously, it flies to the clearing
clutching a branch with bitter claws

The little bird wants to taste stones
feel cold dampness beneath its feathers
and be overwhelmed by the North

TRAGIC Poem: Drawstring, by Quinn McGinty

Brown hoodie, faded letters
Lined with fleece and cloth
Might be old, but never better,
I’m not all too posh.
Inside these folds of cotton
I peer out with only eyes
With hands stuffed in my pockets,
I tell myself not to cry.
My knees up to my chest,
And the fabric’s tight in an embrace
That gives me the comfort
I can’t find in no one’s face.
With the drawstring tight,
I pull myself into a cocoon
With the drawstring tight,
I peer for the last time at the moon.
And suddenly there’s
Red and blue
There’s sound, but I can’t hear it
And black dots pepper my view
When finally I come to,
I lay in a white bed
With a hood about my head
And empty holes around the neck
Where the drawstring don’t poke through.

DEATH Poem: Vertical Sabotage, by Jasmine Aguila

I’ve never been surer: you killed my heart.
I knew of its death in bone before brain.
Such a catastrophe of sunken skin lumped
together in an upended scar, cluttered at
the center of my heart. It seems

you knew, all along, about a vertical
sabotage. It’s all over my apartment floor.
There’s a blood stain in the kitchen.
I mistook the crimson for tomato sauce.
Dotted in turmoil on the polka of my tea
towels. I’m afraid I make too much pasta.
A Carbonara maestro, if you will. Pesto basil,
a bowl of pear green, topped in oily golden
nectar, sits on the table most evenings.

This morning,
I stood stiff as a mountain. Every nerve
avalanched down my blanched skin.
Drenched in metallic sap with salt, I ended
up slipping on a bloody pulp and it heel-
toed along my foot. The heart slingshot,
lodged behind the oven, and when I
gently bent to further inspect my
heartbroken mess, just then, discerning
it was long dead.

HORROR Poetry Piece, by Stephanie Louwen-Skovdam

The Cold wind whipped through my hair, making it blow to the chilling breeze
The trees had an uncanny nature that made them stretch like old, decayed fingers, reaching out
As I went up the stairs, my hair was flying in all directions
As I looked up, the sky was fully dark and crowded, with piercing green eyes looking at me.
Inside the mansion, the fog did not ease, making even the slightest movement haunting
The bleakness only added to the eerie atmosphere
As lightning clashed, blinding me with a creepy gleam.
I could make out some figures inside.
As I walked forward, the figures emerged,
Talking next to the casket.
And then everything went dark.

RELATIONSHIP Poem: LOVE GONE ASTRAY, by Tru Hines

I sit and wonder about these tears in my eyes
These last couple of years they’ve come from your lies
You used to tell me that I was your only one
You said that in me your life had finally begun
But, now it seems as if you have found someone else
To replace the feelings, you said with me you felt
I can only blame myself for this pain
For these endless feelings of despair and shame
The only thing that makes me seem like a sap
Is that I would take you back as the drop of a hat
Because my love for you is deeper than any wound
I just hope you come to your senses soon
So that we can be together again at last
The way we were in the not-so-distant past
The times when you were my pedestal, and I was your Queen
When I was your throne, and you were my King
Please don’t turn your back on our love
Because I know that God has sent it from above

DEATH Poem: “When I Leave” by Michael Martinus

I have a strange feeling I may leave tonight,
Quick and quiet as I lay dreaming.

Recently, I’ve reacquainted myself with nature
And I’ve decided that when I die
I’d like to become a willow tree
Standing strong and beautiful
Like I always wished I could be.

I’d like to become one with the Earth
To return my breath to the world
Be shade in the sun,
Flower in the spring.

To everyone who loved me,
Plant me in a silent place
And let my branches grow long
So I may provide shelter to any who need it.

Let lovers sit beneath me
And carve their hearts into my bark
So that I may feel the pain and passion
Of loves I never had.

Let those with sorrow find solace within my leaves
And if they weep, I will weep with them
My branches will guard and comfort them
And eventually, send them back out into the world.

To everyone I loved,
Plant me in the dead of night
Visit me under the stars
Hear me in the midnight breeze

At night, I was alive