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To Heal


A collection of Poems on the process of healing.


April 19th, 2019 | Creative Writing


Running

By Daylen Conserve


it’s 4am and i have a man on my mind

he likes to run

he does laps all the time

my head spins


i can feel my heart thudding

it’s been awhile since i’ve done cardio

i can’t keep up


i toss and turn

left, right, left, right

there are only a few corners distance between me and him

i wanna run into his arms


Negative space

By R. L. Taylor


What I wish I did not see, lumps of my being.

The space between the skyscrapers, shaping this stained city, they’re not the ones moving the clouds around. They might just wait for a chance to grow on their own, if for once we let them eat, so empty of meaning.


Summer Night September

By Nina Dumornay

Summer night, crickets chirping

Guilt seeps through the bug screen, flits past the mosquito net

Tries to get me


Internal Shadows

By Briahna Mctigue


And by the valley through and through,

This shadow, how it clings to you

Like a monster in the night

Stalks you in its fevered plight


And seeks you out by and by

Through its withered eye,

While one may run, he cannot hide

To where his truth becomes a lie


For when the creature takes it hold

Of weary thicket and crooked bone,

The man’s release of whistle tones

Announce a soul’s descent to home


Where blood turned evil is blood born good,

Bloomed together in tethered wood.

So for one to wander on past the trees

Is for one to beg, to wish and plea


And if said plea is acted through,

The woods will surely turn on you

And swallowed whole, you will but be -

Alone, in flame’s eternity


Side Effects

By Mimi Sherman


Seven pills cut in half (5 mg)

then thirty full ones (10 mg)

then thirty full ones (x12)

and I should start to feel an improvement in four to six weeks.


Week one I feel nauseous. Week two I can't sleep. Week three I have dry mouth. Week four is too busy to tell.

I notice the good days when I finally have a bad one. It seems like an improvement, but I wonder if I might need a higher dose (20 mg).


(How do I notice something if it's the way I always feel?)


Zoya Najabi

By Sirena Stathopoulos


Girls are unlucky, in the city of Kabul

Drowned and poisoned for being born

His mother, his sister are no strangers

There are more than misogynistic men in the equation


Drowned and poisoned for being born

Surviving is a war zone

There are more than misogynistic men in the equation

Fighting back is a death sentence


Surviving is a warzone

Click, click, boom, just like that

Fighting back is a death sentence

Do as you’re told, you might get lucky


Click, click, boom, just like that

Imagine one of your own doing that

Do as you’re told, you might get lucky

Her soul forever marked by her kind


Imagine one of your own doing that

Full of influence, full of hatred

Teaching the wrong subject to our own

The teacher is the man, the student is the woman


Full of influence, full of hatred

Taken in and given out

The teacher is the man, the student is the woman

Rules are simple, minds are complex


Taken in and given out

His mother, his sister are no strangers

Rules are simple, minds are complex

Girls are unlucky, in the city of Kabul




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