Poetry is an art form by which people can express their emotions, experiences and vulnerabilities. It provides a platform for people to address hard topics, past trauma and current issues. Poetry transcends...

What if grass is greener on the other side, Because it’s always raining there, Where the ones who never fail to give, Hardly have enough to spare, Where the people with the broadest smiles, Have...

You Are You in the Moments When You’re Not Trying to Be. I met her in the shadows, On the sidelines, in between, Living in the spaces Where she could see but not be seen. And she taught me to...

Trust no kings kings put girls in towers trust your wings for girls with wings will soar past kings as they watch up from the towers. Atticus

You’ve got your stories pressed like flowers On notebook pages to be preserves, As though the right for you to share them Has been as yet undeserved. Or perhaps it’s something primal To simply...

If you want to catch a dream That lifts you high above the ground You must break free of the things That are intent to hold you down. Because the secret to success, The only way to ever grow, Is...

“I look at her sometimes, And wonder, out of all the faces In the world How did I find one So perfect For me.”

Mother Earth THE MOUNTAINS ARE MY BONES, THE RIVERS MY VEINS THE FORESTS ARE MY THOUGHTS, AND THE STARS ARE MY DREAMS THE OCEAN IS MY HEART, ITS POUNDING IS MY PULSE THE SONGS OF THE EARTH...

“Promises” I promised to kiss her, A million times Before I died, 50 a day for the rest of our lives. And when I was gone, She could smile. Knowing there wasn’t a piece On her I missed -Atticus

The Numbers Game There are 559 plates 4000 plastic cups stacked in 10 by 10 row crates, about 10,000 utensils 600 bowls 354 pans and 3 coffee stains that lay across the blue and green tiles that cover...

By: Sierrah Smalls, Damani Piper, Shakoyah Brown, Keana DuBose, Keshawna Alderman, and Tage Dasrat Sometimes strength is accepting defeat Resurrecting your body from the dead Defeat is not an ending...

In a sea of strangers you’ve longed to know me Your life spent sailing to my shores The arms that yearn to someday hold me Will ache beneath the heavy oars Please take your time and take it slowly As...

She often felt lonely, Despite a crowded room. She liked to stay up late, And tell stories to the moon. She danced in what little light, The stars allowed to be seen, And she often kept herself awake, For...

What if I read to you a story, Starting; “Once Upon A Time,” And you realised that it was your life, Spelt out on every line, Would you hear my voice with wonder, As it brushed across each word, And...

“5:52 a.m. and I’m thinking about Crunching leaves on the pavement, The groaning wind and bonfire And how they all sound like You. I was thinking of October And somehow I thought of you.” -P.M