Authorz: Katelon M Starre

You speak in morse code, a fluency of beeps I’m always trying to decipher. It’s the age of technology and our love testaments are laid…

Worried sick sick sick Heaving between anger and anxiety. You’re probably sleeping soundly somewhere, sleeping it off somewhere, sleeping with him. I know you’re in…

I am empty and un-obliged. The familiar numb that hums inside of me vibrates the tissues of my heart and pulses out feelings like fingers.…

I like it when the ridge of the spoon lines up perfectly with the water as if the whole world were made by a master…

Skeleton mice dancing Black sticks against a neon sky The reanimated remains of intelligent beings Fire flows through their bones And their giggles can be…

I miss those limber limbs, those loping lithe limbs, those tumbling twirling wings. I miss the sensation that we were invincible, and yet those mornings…

Stress induced release from sanity, trapped behind the drawing of the looking glass. The kind of release that I’m looking for I grew out of…

I am dissatisfied with the feeling of my days. They feel like dirty sheets and sweat filmed afternoons. They feel like underachievement and over-consumption. These…

sometimes regret is palpable with each palpation of the heart hear the mistakes count the circle of your thoughts tally the numbers that tightness in…

I am floating through life like oil on water, caught unnaturally between the air and the sea. I have this downwards pull that’s calling to…

Violent violator of peace, rip the song from the throat and the warmth from the air. Drag about the city in your cantankerous way. You…

too much facebook can’t think family photos crown her like thought bubbles face illuminated pen stashed and bangs dramatic the intensity of all that creativity…

lines hold everything together and apart unity and division society cut up into manageable pieces less effort to chew easier to spit out cut out…

There are certain greys which can free you. These greys speak. They whisper: be warm rest we’ll hide the world, you hide yourself. These are…

dust with-in sunbeams dancing sunbathed and honey suckled sunhats and fresh market jargon rough hands passing old Francs with a familiar touching tongues loose with…

I want my house to be built strong and warm with no leaking eaves or mildew formed and you you are the bricks I will…

I could write you a poem but you wouldn’t like what I have to say I could fake it and show you all the things…

I feel nothing about everything no passions no driving life force I live but we all do with out purpose nothing bigger than get up…

I lost my voice in my search for stability and in my hurry to grow up, I forgot myself. Now this new person I’ve assembled…

The oppression has begun but they’re craftier now they’ve used the scientific minds to control the weather This heat was meant to drive us mad!…