Content Warning: This poem contains discussion of self harm, suicide, and mental health challenges, which may be distressing or triggering for some readers. VOX ATL
Hi, My Name is Reagan Hudson, and I love to eat I know I’m pretty small Six point two nine inches tall So while I
Dear forgotten friend My heart is a foreign creature to me sometimes It has a memory separate from mine Inside the bloody veins of the
To Atlantis from Atlanta A couple letters away from here Lies a city When we are at our most beautiful, I imagine it — the waves crashing down
Abira of Lonsdale was the princess-to-be If it came down to it, She would choose the crown, Having the crown meant happiness, Pleasure, Wealth, Delight,
Every day The sun Shall Set The night Shall Blacken The world Shall Slip Into Nothing Every year Shall Come to A close Every life
I am consumed by the overwhelming presence of your love. It crashes into my soul like lightning, leaving me in a state of habromania, intoxicated
I am cluttered like a hoarder’s dining room table, filled to the brim with remnants of the past. Memories, both bitter and sweet, cling to
My grave Will have Flowers Won’t it? The petals Withering As the Worms Further My peace The constant Rush Swallowed As my Body is Encapsulated
I stumbled upon an apple, its beauty so clear,Its crimson skin, a true delight, so dear.Yet within, its flesh held an unforeseen sight,Without hesitation, I
There are many explorations of the positive and negative aspects nostalgia brings. Teens and adults alike have experienced this mixed emotion as reflecting on the
She prodded the window, letting the illusions flicker and glitch — dance a little jig across her outstretched palm. Chained to this ornate prison she
