By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor
Mom was schizophrenic.
Dad was bipolar.
What could I get from it?
I found out as I got older.
It started when I joined the military,
Army National Guard.
I don’t believe I was wary,
Of how things could get so hard.
A lot of time had passed.
I started noticing changes,
To the point where I wore a mask,
To hide all of the passing phases.
By Forrest Rivers | Featured Contributor
All we are
Is stardust
And fractals
Of cosmic waves
Dancing in a sea
Of love
Life has meaning
A message
And a sacred rhythm
That drums to the beat
Of one
By Ingrid | Featured Contributor
The song of Summer’s ending
Lament to lost enchanted days
Sings in the early autumn winds
And rustling leaves born on the breeze
And echoes through the avenues
Of the early turning trees.
The parting hymn of Autumn
Sung soft into the evening wind
Sighs mournfully, and solemn
Leaving not a breath of warmth behind
It lilts and moans
In tilts and groans
The falling leaves to find.
By Dr. Yagya Prasad Timalsina | Featured Contributor
Minutes, hours, days and months
Months slipped into years.
The sensation, that unpleasant sensation
Medical term: Chronic Pain
Slowly, the dull-aching agony progresses.
From one part of the body to the next,
Shifts the gear of misery
Into the horrible agonizing burning pain.
The Pain Scale: Ten Out Of Ten
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
This heart is a strong muscle.
It never disappoints.
When put to work,
there is always strength,
there is always strength.
This heart is a deep well.
When the bucket is lowered
and dips into its depths,
there is always refreshment,
there is always refreshment.
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
Love and compassion, sorrow and strife
An uneven rhythm, this opus called life
Fate she is fickle, one day you’re stuck
And the next you may have a stroke of good luck
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
Everyday, a wilderness
a challenge,
a pain…
Our hearts and souls
are hard at work.
The world is in turmoil
and cannot be ignored.
We struggle together.
I pray for all of us…
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