A parched absence of love's love for her irregular twins sees a red-faced father detonate his wrath of sins. This universal passion invades the Earth and stars. Thus, maligned by terror and panic, we could all be Mars. … [Read more...] about We Could All Be Mars, By: Nathan Mallon
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VII. – In The Cathedral At Cologne, By: William Wordsworth
O for the help of Angels to completeThis Temple, Angels governed by a planThus far pursued (how gloriously!) by Man,Studious that He might not disdain the seatWho dwells in heaven! But that aspiring heatHath failed; and now, ye Powers! whose gorgeous wingsAnd splendid aspect yon emblazoningsBut faintly picture, 'twere an office meetFor you, on these unfinished shafts to tryThe … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VII. – In The Cathedral At Cologne, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VI. – Aix-La-Chapelle, By: William Wordsworth
Was it to disenchant, and to undo,That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine?To sweep from many an old romantic strainThat faith which no devotion may renew!Why does this puny Church present to viewHer feeble columns? and that scanty chair!This sword that one of our weak times might wear!Objects of false pretense, or meanly true!If from a traveler's fortune I might claimA … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VI. – Aix-La-Chapelle, By: William Wordsworth
The Covert Narcissist, By: Stuart Bowen, Jr.
Mean sullen mien trolling the roomeyes cold and empty broken alonedoing dark damage when nobody's homesends flying monkeys into the kill zone.Surgical strikes smearing napalmburning black eyes vengeance a balmnone understands the evil withinI never knew when it would begin.Victim of victims her image divinesuddenly whispers morph into whineslabel me loud unleashed … [Read more...] about The Covert Narcissist, By: Stuart Bowen, Jr.
Between Blood and Ignorance, By: Basma Bilal
Woke up drowning in red,Blood everywhere—my legs, my bed, my feet.Day 4, and I wonder how much more I can bleed before I disappear.The pain tears through me like shattered glass,Sharp, relentless, as if my body wants to break itself apart,Piece by piece. The cramps come like a fist,Clenching my insides, twisting until I scream silently,Until I can’t remember what it feels … [Read more...] about Between Blood and Ignorance, By: Basma Bilal