I have been so sick in my life That the sun and the moon Ceased to exist Time was nothing The days and The weeks and The months Melted together While I floated And the rest of the world Kept moving forward Around me Kept moving forward Passed me
I have been so sick in my life That the good days Terrified me So comfortable in my poverty That the warmth and the love Of other people Made me want to kill myself In my self-imposed exile I observed groups of strangers Laughing and enjoying each other And felt the sinking feeling Of my own impotence I have been so sick in my life That I've lied through my teeth
Because to get help And admit my sickness Would mean Hurting my family I am not a man I am not a human being I am diminished I am dehumanized By the sickness inside of me I wake up every morning Into the stench Of reaching for something I'll never grasp again To float is all that I have
I grew up in a small rural village in the thumb of Michigan. Currently, I reside in Washington, MI where I work with a sub-contractor to Home Depot as a fence installer.
My most prominent hobbies outside of reading and writing are all related to music. I like to sing and play guitar. The word is out, and I have become the karaoke entertainment for friends and family. I love listening to classic rock records. I love vinyl, and I’m totally addicted to Dylan and Zeppelin and any Jack White project. I’ve made it a point this year to pay attention and listen to new releases in pop and indie music, it has rejuvenated me spiritually/creatively to see so many young people making great stuff. In my spare time I also record stuff for Soundcloud and make cds for people close to me. After a few tumultuous years writing became kind of a therapeutic exercise, it wasn’t until recently when a friend read some of my stuff that I had lying around in notebooks I started considering being published.
My goal as a writer is to keep working on improving my work and get books published. I would love to be travelling and doing readings and meeting people. On tour in 2015 Jack White paused mid Madison Square Garden concert to say “I hope it feels good when you need it to.” And that’s how I feel about my writing. I don’t want people to feel as bad and be as lost as I’ve been in my life. If I can use my writing to help someone take the edge off for just a moment, that’s a beautiful thing. That’ll always be the goal. I’m taking the heaven in me and giving it away. People can follow me on Instagram @jeffthomasprose and they can check out my Spotify playlists and Soundcloud home recordings @jeffreydthomas
You will meet people in your life who will stamp on your stem when they notice the blossoming rooted in your skin their crooked roots intertwined with decay, envy rotting their soil they cannot bare to see such beauty flourish from you
Others you meet in this life will water you even with their last turquoise droplet gently guiding as you fumble finding your way up and out from the earth they will admire you boasting to others of the purity within your leaves
By Niamh Murphy
That evening I looked up losing my eyes in the thick black abyss that wrapped the sky so suffocatingly tight that I wondered how the stars did not shatter under such pressure
That evening I looked down losing my eyes within the crumbling of my body as grief tied a knot around my limbs I wondered how my bones did not shatter under such pressure
This evening I looked up placing my eyes on the azure gleam above that glazed so delicately I understood grief had flown from me and had strengthened my soul under such pressure
I’m from Birmingham in the UK. I’m nineteen years old. I’m living in the beautiful city of Bath as a second year university student! I study creative writing, I absolutely love it. I get to explore so many writing forms, such as journalism, writing for children, life writing and even publishing. This year I’m studying spoken word within my course, which I can’t wait for because I’m performing my poetry. I’m a member of the spoken word society within my uni, which lets young aspiring writers like me share our work. I think this is so important within a university environment as poetry can be so emotionally based, I think it’s so important for uni students to listen to emotional content because they’re words that could help them with their own battles that maybe nobody knows about. Writing has always been a passion of mine, it’s my first love for sure. I’ve been writing poems and my own quotes in notebooks since I was around fourteen.
It’s almost been therapeutic for me, if I’ve had a challenge or a life experience I’ve found hard to digest, I naturally just start writing a poem about it. For example when I experienced grief, I wrote a collection of poems. This was a chronological set of poems, each exploring the individual stages someone encounters when grieving. Within this collection, I personified different elements of nature as helping the speaker through each step.
I love including imagery of the sun and moon in my poems, personifying them as beings that want to help and guide us; I also love personifying nature itself as a caring entity. The overall focus of my poetry is to help others with emotions and challenges in life and to embed a positive perception of tough situations so that the reader can be assured there’s light at the end of the tunnel. I love embedding modern issues for people of my age and all ages, such as feeling lost within yourself or worthless. I weave these issues into my writing in ways that provide my readers with fresh outlooks towards hard situations. hey
I have a book independently published on amazon titled ‘Emotionfull’, that almost takes the form of life advice. I was seventeen at the time and feel my writing style has changed since then, but I’m still proud to have achieved this. I have my poetry Instagram titled @niamhmurphy_poetry and would love it if you give it a follow as it’s where I post my work regularly. I also provide my followers with a little daily thought segment! Thank you so much for your time.
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A golden explosion And I see your sun Rising again. I feel the warmth Of your rays on my skin As the breeze gently Touches my face. - I feel the drops of life As the sea sprays merrily. Oh what joy your Light brings to what had Been my bane in eternity - The dreaded night was long And all so even longer I had started to close my eyes To answer the calling oblivion Yet hope was never gone. - Now look at me and see I remained on your shore I am here - No thunder roared hard Enough to scare me. No storms raptured stronger to blow me off. No waves were big enough To wash me away. - In this life of misses And different sets Of chances, I am yours
Van Owen Sesaldo
From: Cebu City, Philippines Hobbies: Song writing, Poetry writing and reading, cooking – exotic dishes Day job: I work as an IT Director for a university in our city and I also run 2 tech startup companies: a music curation service for businesses and the other a market place for the services sector. Focus of my writing: Relationships, missed chances, seeing opportunities, love letters, love stories
Getting serious on the writing. I have already published my first book in Amazon Kindle Store. It’s entitled “On Your Shore: Of loves and love letters”. I post my pieces in Instagram as @owensesaldo and use #fatpoet and #fatpoetdaily as my main hashtags. I am also on Facebook and member of the Cafe as Van Owen Sesaldo. https://www.facebook.com/OwenSesaldo
In the rubble of my memories... As I searched thru the dust filled corners of my mind I found a remnant of you... What was left of our torrid love affair. How our passion burned so hot... Now the remains are only ashes And each day that passes... I leave the remains of us farther behind.
By Karen Blunt
I wish to dwell forever in the pantheon of your love. To bask in the glorious feel of your touch. To drink in the sweetness of your kiss... Forever lost in this blissful affair.
About the Poet
Karen Blunt lives in Arizona. She is 62 years young and single. She currently lives with her daughter and her family. She is a retired chef and still love to cook, but only cooks for her family. She is an amateur photographer and often uses her own photos as background for her poems. Karen is an avid reader and hopes to publish her own book in the future. She has not yet published anything, but has written a few short stories when she was younger. You can find Karen on Instagram: @blunt.karen.
Darkness is not an easy thing to escape It's an endless abyss A mysterious, foreboding void of nothingness A tempting place to hide The darkness can be a friend When it wraps you up in its black sheets And keeps you oblivious And blocks all the pain But its comfort is a lie The darkness will betray you It will leave you cold and exposed It will change you When it's gone, all you have left are threads Threads from its once comforting sheets Threads that hold your sanity But the threads are never that many All you can do is cling to these threads And hope to find more Because these threads will be your only escape That is, if your lucky
About the Poet
Natasha is fourteen years old and a sophomore in high school. Impressive, right?! This talented poet enjoys spending her free time writing, reading and watching anime, with a few things in between. Anyone who knows in her in real life knows her to be a shy, “weird bookworm that alternates between loner and insider, and has constant mood swings”. Online, she likes to think of herself as extremely friendly and weird. Eve Poetry Magazine finds Natasha to be insightful and beyond her years. We hope she continues to hone her craft. Her talent has endless possibilities with a bright future ahead. Thank you for sharing your work, Natasha! Keep at it!
Every time I pluck a rose And thorns don't hurt me Every time I jump over the fire And the ends of my cloth Don't catch the embers Every time I hurt you And I get away with it I see a part of myself Running away from me A part that forbids me To violate, but I do And what is left is pretentious What is left is not me It's a part that my real self Left behind.
My name is Saud Ahmed, I am from Pakistan. Poetry has always been my passion. What we can’t say, we can write. I always find a way out of the walls with the help of pen, it gives me strength. My Instagram handle is @sauds.poetry where I post whatever my mind can think of. As quoted by Atticus, ‘I write what I feel, not what I think I should feel’.
It is though in those years⠀ I was lost at sea⠀ ⠀ Longed hard for love’s arms ⠀ to wrap warmth around me⠀ ⠀ Instead glacial glares ⠀ Frost dealt cold as ice⠀ ⠀ Left to tread frigid dread⠀ Just so you would play nice
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Lids click, flip open Exposing clouded glass, cerulean, vacantly staring As sooty tears seep through lashes, sodden, Rivulets run tracks, sluicing down cherubic cheeks, blackened.
Girlhood bedroom ablaze; Evocations billow, a blistering black haze Of the past, charred ash brought back; Spiraling with a burning vengeance. Unleashed, noxious smoke chokes, Rolling feverishly from the macabre source: The pyre of pelts; beloved stuffies melt, Synthetic fur smolders Sending showers of furious sparks; Spilling, igniting the dark, skittering onto the carpet, Feasting on fibres, the fire swells; Heat steams pastel pink papered walls, Bubbles mushroom, pulsate; corners scorch, curl Unfurl foul memories, sealed away Left festering for decades; Fusillade of fireworks leap leap leap to the twin bed, Singe the hem of the flowered spread; Flames tickle licking, wildly flickering, Tease and taste; she lays, arms splayed; In flannel nightgown, trimmed with lace; Paralyzed, she prays:
I want to go home. I want to go home. This is home. Not this home. I want to go home. Far away from this place.
Same, baby girl, same.
About the Poet
My name is Lindsay Lanigan, and I have been fortunate to call Abbotsford, British Columbia my home for the past 10 years. Originally from Hamilton, Ontario, I attended McMaster University and earned a degree in English and Sociology. Shortly after graduation I headed to Fukuoka, Japan and spent one year teaching English at a private academy. From there, I took a position in Cuenca, Ecuador where I taught ESL again for one year before heading back to my hometown.
In 2008, I moved to British Columbia with my husband and our beagle. I started my own business and have been tutoring refugees, immigrants, and international students in reading and writing for the past decade. Our family has grown with the adoption of a coonhound, and my husband and I have fallen in love with the beautiful Fraser Valley.
I am an avid reader and have been writing on an off purely for my own enjoyment for years, but recently I decided to try my hand at poetry. In July, 2019, I created an Instagram account @l.a.laniganpoetry where I post poems that I write. My poems are a collection of my personal thoughts, feelings, and observations inspired by nature, social issues, memories, relationships etc. I write what I feel, and I enjoy the challenge of the creative process. I hope to continue writing and sharing my work into the future.
Forgiveness is not black and white⠀ For layers peel back in their time ⠀ A placid beast of delicate skins⠀ expose deep lesions ⠀ Wounds cannot forgive ⠀ Their sting stirs memory⠀ Only time can heal⠀ Never to forget ⠀
The little shed is painted blue with two old chairs for me and you We sit and talk till stars shine high Discuss wild dreams and sometimes cry The shed is dark and meant for tools but staged just right for dreaming fools One day we'll laugh and reminisce Having checked off goals from our shed dream list