the heart of my madness beats wildly beneath polished glass its feathered limbs twisting turning frantically a living thing fighting desperately to be free it is both monstrous and achingly beautiful as it contorts onyx and plum catching the light before it shifts midnight and crimson it is pitiable as it throws itself again and … Continue reading The Bell Jar – Christine E. Ray
Spin Do not stop Focus on your starving fingers Feel all else fade before your Selfish existence. Your eyes start to roll You are trapped in this dance Like the stepmothers who choose to Wear iron shoes and still Take elegant steps. Your feet are naked You feel this mad world Turning you Around and … Continue reading MAD WORLD CREATIVITY PROMPT CHALLENGE: Awakening – Jaya Avendel
I do not forget. Parkland, February 14, 2018 the streets run red with the blood of innocents deemed acceptable collateral damage in an uncivil war where corporations and fetuses enjoy more rights more protections than living children who remain caught in the crosshairs their transparent packs carried on slight shoulders heavy with the weight of our … Continue reading The Madness of Crowds
I live in a state of brilliant madness teetering on the apex of a craggy mountain balanced atop a skateboard precarious least shift of weight momentary loss of focus could result in long careen into a ravine of sharp rocks fallen branches brackish water it is exhausting and exhilarating my thoughts tumbling exploding atoms in … Continue reading Brilliant Madness
I peel paper, yellow— jaundice skin, is it mine? I sit inside myself. I am a room with a view, but I peel paper to pass the time. My bones make for odd furniture, so I pace the floor and stare at faces mutely creeping through my walls. The space is violently silent, and I … Continue reading I Peel Paper – Kindra M. Austin
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar tissue that crisscrosses internal contours for every baby step forward there are two slides backwards to the place where psyche becomes blank canvas and I paint the nightmare landscapes of … Continue reading My Hit Parade
Brave & Reckless 