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xxi. stigma i never asked if you could keep a secret, and you never asked why i locked my words in sleep and cowered when you basked in the light ...

xx. euphoria maybe it's the fact we've never met, never shed a tear in person, never clasped hands, tugged on our wet shoelaces, my heart hurts whenever i think about ...

xix. moon you called me moon that day for my eyes sparked but only in dark places, where we'd say that we'd only play at lonely for the night, for ...

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xviii. trivia: love if these shapes are our love, then surely we should have fought more a circle traced in blue ink, cheap pen for all the jagged edges to ...

HAMISH ROBINSON Hamish hadn't been truly looking forward to the start of college, but he figured he needed to make the most of what this opportunity gave him, and he ...

Alright, everyone, thank you for sending in your poems -- voting will start shortly. Results will be a bit delayed to extending the deadline and accepting late poems :p

xvii. lie it was innocent, as most love starts, with our eyes meeting once, then twice, then a dozen times, like darts on the board, whirling like the pen you ...

Hello everyone! My apologies for not sending out a reminder ping — for that reason I’ll extend the submission period to tonight, by 10 pm PST. Pinging those who haven’t ...

Alright — I’ll try to finish it by the end of this weekend.

xvi. crystal snow we hold a treasure in our palms, stretching so that our fingers do not meet quite yet, our qualms joined, a fortunate meeting into our fears, our ...

xv. awake i’ve spent near all my childhood tying my hopes to colorful strings around a beat, my small, pulsing heart that tires easily by my many attempts to step ...

xiv. mikrokosmos a drop in a star is what we are, right? that's what you whisper to me across the carpet, stained purple from night talks and soda spilling along ...

xiii. autumn leaves/dead leaves didn't it feel just like march yesterday, but now our feet are crunching into the dried, brown, red, leaves, or dead, as you'd describe them, smirk, ...

I’ve always loved haikus and acrostic — I don’t have much feedback here besides that I like how some themes are reoccurring — with descriptions of nature. I can really ...