Escapism Poems
When Religion Becomes Your Opium
by Ghairo Daniels
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
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Continue readingCross-Stitch
by Ben Quinn
A needle pulling thread; “pull it over itself,” “See the ‘X’?”
Pierce the perforated white
Pull it through, form the-
A wonky ‘W’ shape manifests in the firelight.
But I’ll get it someday, when I find the patience to.
A simple stick-figure becomes a pixel-art drop of dew
Becomes a vibrant landscape.
A world of thread and crosses.
......
Brainstorm
by Callie Hayes
I despise the ocean
but this girl in my head does not
She is not afraid to love
and she is not afraid to rot
And if it can't be perfect
then it shan't be done at all
Tip back in your chair
Slam your head against the wall
......
When Religion Becomes Your Opium
by Ghairo Daniels
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
......
Cross-Stitch
by Ben Quinn
A needle pulling thread; “pull it over itself,” “See the ‘X’?”
Pierce the perforated white
Pull it through, form the-
A wonky ‘W’ shape manifests in the firelight.
But I’ll get it someday, when I find the patience to.
A simple stick-figure becomes a pixel-art drop of dew
Becomes a vibrant landscape.
A world of thread and crosses.
......
Brainstorm
by Callie Hayes
I despise the ocean
but this girl in my head does not
She is not afraid to love
and she is not afraid to rot
And if it can't be perfect
then it shan't be done at all
Tip back in your chair
Slam your head against the wall
......
y
by j dy
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