A Thorny Rose

A thorny rose


A colossal beauty


Beneath raging vines

A bold attraction—lustfully craved

Artfully engaging its prey

Seductive play

Feeding on desire

Bodacious it lay


False echoes of purity

Vapidly tethered to her control

A sharp pierce by her touch

Lips stained maliciously red

Bewitched by the vision of perfection

Profusely drawing blood

Though endlessly in love

Defeated by farewell

Immersed in her spell

A fool’s game







Pour me a glass of wine

Things are to be fine

Daylight impatiently subsiding

Somber pink hues arrange

Merciful to the day—beautiful

Mesmerized by the likes of the skies

Openly free, an endless sequence to see

Illuminating smears so vast amongst us

Feeling minuscule in body,

Yet complex in it all

Surrounding each being is delicate skies

Reassuring that everything will be just alright

No one neglected or wrong to its presence

In this moment alone we may all unite

We all deserve breaks from this battle of distance

Struggling to accept the creation of all

Reluctant to trust though options are dwindling

The lustful skies scream for my surrender

I must veer my relents and find peace that may stay

My thoughts are unique, bothersome to say

for this reason, I’ll forfeit become better—more present

I will believe in this moment

I will be safe in a meaning

But the more that I can see

The less I obey

Tempted and thirsty I say

Pour me a glass of wine



Hearing Silence

Hearing Silence

By: Kristen S

The voices of strangers

Undefined vigorous speech

Public spaces —

A breeding ground for thee

A cornucopia of tones

Unsettling pitches

Working together

To become unknown


An array of words

The tongue may master

Impaired mind,

Blurry vision,

Struck by confusion

Barriers to hear

Messages become unclear


A noisy pursuit

Traveling voices

Filling the air swiftly

Hazy fog clouds fast appear

Surrounding my entirety

Skimming my ears

Blocked by the mind

So silence may be defined


Why does the quietness draw me in?

As a conversation may draw in

A person searching for

Comfort, or joy

This exact reality leading me to


Bars of steel

Paralyzing the mind

Unable to Feel


Noise subsiding

An abundance of thoughts

Not to be heard by the average ear

Followed by thunder — bang

When noise is disturbed

My silence loses grip

My thought become heard

Loud in my mind


Noise is retained

In my thoughts,

And my mind

And silence fast approaches

When the voices arrive

Disturbing my being

Gone for the time


In a world where noise

Is created when silenced

And the chatter of voices

Become quiet and null

Unsettling in my mind

Hearing nothing at all

Until tension becomes freedom

To be awakened with time




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This poem communicates the reality of socially constructed behaviour. In today’s society sometimes we fall victim to neglect self-made thoughts or we lack the inspiration to think beyond what is essential. We are in a world full of pressures and stresses that may get us caught up in a sea of sameness.

Been there.

Done that.

I hope you enjoy my story and without further ado here is my poem:


We are socially conscious creatures searching for truth

Entertaining constructed ideas, which present us no use

Who are we really?

And how may we thrive?

 Shall we execute this pre-conceived context on how we survive?

 I know it’s no use and we’ll do what we do

 But what if there was truth for me and for you

 Our roots are not constructed

 Our roots do not struggle

 To tell us the truth on how we are subtle

 So how may we peacefully strive for rebuttal

 To become just ourselves and rightfully settle

 Our social aggression shining through to be fierce

 But what if I told you being human was scarce.

 Its time to let loose and open up who we are

 As the idea of living is seemingly too far

 Today there’s no beauty

 Today is a shame

 Lost in the motions pretending to be tame

 The truth makes us different

 Yet forever in sync

 So will you lead me away to a place that will think?

 Migrate to a time that will suit our existence

 A time that may cherish

 The mind and the soul

 Where our hearts may survive

 And our breaths may be whole



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