The two faced each other, finally. Her eyes, like knitting needles, had prodded his left cheek for the past hour, not enough to hurt. Hurting needles do not irritate as her needles do. Avoiding the dead stare, he opened his mouth to speak.
“I’m so sor-”
Smothered by her single upright finger on his lips, the unfinished idea bounced eight times before settling.
“I’m so sor-”
“I’m so sor-”
“I’m so sor-”
“I’m so sor-”
…
Shhhh, she whispered. Continue reading
Hello writers!
Touchscreen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAx845QaOck
Names https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfexOa8-h44
Rigged Game https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo3KFUzyMUI
Waking Up Naked https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAy-R_QRyvU
Please don’t watch these before tomorrow’s meeting if you’re in the club! If you’re not, enjoy this selection of amazing and hilarious poetry slam performances.
Pretty https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6wJl37N9C0
OCD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s
What Kind of Asian Are You? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoP0ox_Jw_w
Dear Straight People https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5frn8TAlew0
A Letter to Sarah https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwNiYFlHmWs
By Declan Quinn
It’s 2 a.m.
Where I am
my room is lonely;
Its light is the only one
that glares out at the dark street
the empty street
by Joaquin Munoz
Wow is this what it’s like to be stuck halfway?
To be at a crossroads in front of various pathways?
Which way should I go?
What action should I take?
The course is unclear but the time is ever so slowly creeping near
Chat Conversation End
by Christian Theodossy
I wonder whose Starburst those are,
And if they’ll give me any.
by Joaquin Munoz
forever swaying back and forth like the wind or a leaf trying to find something that one day we could keep
by Declan Quinn
I walk along this winding road
Wind and snow tickle my face
This bleak white stretches for miles
Thoughts of discouragement slow my pace
by Joaquin Munoz
To say I’m going through a tough time is an understatement
To say that I’m also having the time of my life makes it a contradiction
But lately I’ve found that life is anything but a one way street or confined to black or white
I finally admit to it being a gray area, a sort of blurred line.
What problems am I going through, you might ask? Continue reading
by Christian Theodossy
Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Why always tomorrow?
Why do I leave affairs until the razor’s edge?
Instead of being the razor and cutting through my work?
Why do I procrastinate so?
Why can’t I just get it all done?
I ask as I write a poem when I should be doing homework.
Words 