Moving on Poems
Missed Connections
by Kara PrinceI don’t miss you anymore. I thought a part of me would always be yours, but I know now that there is no part of me that can stomach taking you back. We will never see each other across a crowded room, note each other's gray hairs and bare fingers, and think we owe ourselves one last chance. I miss loving someone. I miss the lost sleep and aching back I would get from handmaking little gifts because I wanted to celebrate someone. I miss forcing my mind back to the moment because I was dreaming about building a life. I miss how I used to feel like I was in on something when love songs played. Everything I miss is something I know will come back to me, thankfully you never will.
Continue readingLeaving eighteen
by Zainab Noor
Leaving eighteen
What is wrong with me?
Every single night before I close my eyes
This question plays in my head on repeat
I know I'll never be able to answer
This question
Because I don't know what is wrong with me...
I don't think there is anything wrong with me
I'm just drowning in a pool of self hate
......
briefly
by Rikske Kessner
briefly
Morning’s borrowed light
slides in unasked,
a soft spill across the floorboards,
easy as breath on a cool pane.
......
Retrospect
by Ken Ripley
Do not throw your life away
In search of yesterday today.
To not seek to look upon
What things were here but now are gone.
Look upon what is to be —
Tomorrow brings new things to see.
A Night Move
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Stars were out that night,
When we moved east of Easton-
Goodbye sunny street!
Loner
by Soulayma A.
Today i stopped loving you,
and i don’t know why
it is too late..
And i guess you stopped loving me back,
it is the first time we have
a healthy mutual feeling
briefly
by Rikske Kessner
briefly
Morning’s borrowed light
slides in unasked,
a soft spill across the floorboards,
easy as breath on a cool pane.
......
Let it End
by Kara PrinceYou never chose me, didn’t even try to fight. This love that had set me on fire, for you, was just a match in the night. I fantasize about you dreaming of me still, but that’s just pouring poison in my own glass. Do you still go to market on Saturdays, or take your folks to Sunday mass? I did the hard part; I forgave. So why must my mind always drift back to you? Why can’t I seem to leave you in the "lost loves" mass grave?
Continue readingMissed Connections
by Kara PrinceI don’t miss you anymore. I thought a part of me would always be yours, but I know now that there is no part of me that can stomach taking you back. We will never see each other across a crowded room, note each other's gray hairs and bare fingers, and think we owe ourselves one last chance. I miss loving someone. I miss the lost sleep and aching back I would get from handmaking little gifts because I wanted to celebrate someone. I miss forcing my mind back to the moment because I was dreaming about building a life. I miss how I used to feel like I was in on something when love songs played. Everything I miss is something I know will come back to me, thankfully you never will.
Continue readingRetrospect
by Ken Ripley
Do not throw your life away
In search of yesterday today.
To not seek to look upon
What things were here but now are gone.
Look upon what is to be —
Tomorrow brings new things to see.
