The sun leaves goodnight kisses like a mother does to her child. The breeze dances across the water’s surface and the waves perform an endless
Safe space, safe space
It is needed these days
I fear we are drowning in silence and conformity
Putting ourselves through the
Editors Note: Cleave Poetry is an experimental form of poetry that allows the reader to look at a poem in parts or as a whole. Both
The day had arrived to go back to school
Freezing winds were nippy and cruel
All of a sudden as if a switch
This will not be the last time you feel like this.
There will be days your body feels more crumpled mistake than masterpiece.
The wooden stairs creak more
My edges grow, leave, and grow again
Nostalgia becomes a person who haunts my daydreams…
If I’m black you’re silver?
Okay I’ll be brown but why are you now pinker?
Wait so let me get this straight
There’s much to say but I’d rather sit in silence with myself
Because even if I was talking, you wouldn’t hear
But this
I am not well.
The kingdom is balancing on the edge of the cliff
Of the rift
Provided by a madman and
i want a home without death without fear //
the house i live in struggles with welcoming me //
it doesn’t accept my
Strange Fruit is falling/Its skin, bruised from years of neglect
Its soul weary of the fight/Its soul, beaten down for standing strong in its
