cannot be remembered
to sleepless masses;
the drone of life drowning
in a pool of mediocrity
DutyWell up andDuty by VertigoArt
and do you see
me shake and shiver,
rattling in their skin?
Do you see
rain down poison,
burning my nose again?
But do you see
my lip quiver,
Do you know
what it is
just to begin?
All around is silence,
except the sound
of my mind
as it spins.
In my head
there is waging
a war on this
the tears come freely
collecting in my
choice?Trailing the tears is a fear of acceptancechoice? by VertigoArt
of the past sins of the righteous
don’t look back
Into the eyes of a killer is a thriller
left unsaid by the mother of a stillborn
I will always love him
A choice to end a life that cannot be mended
by strife cause from medical necessity
how can you take this away?
Her body, her womb, her future
his demon, his seed, his silence
A price to pay is not paid in bills
but in time and tears and toil
Should we all not have the choice
of what to do with our lives? Whether it be
to breathe or choke, to soar or dive
If my decisions affect you,
I’m sorry I’m not sorry, but am I really?
Take your rhetoric and live your life,
sad, alone, and without me.
Stutter StepA turbulent mind is allStutter Step by VertigoArt
I can find while the voices
can’t seem to quiet
there’s a riot in my head,
a screaming and a dread
for all left unsaid are
the thoughts wailing
and assailing the prevalent,
leaving others breathless,
leaving me hopeless to
the fact that that my mind
is cracked and broken and
I’m left with not a token
of ingenuity or originality,
but a loss of spoken word –
just a birdsong of a
damaged wren, left dying,
a slow whine
escapes the swine
as you drive
the needle home
and the thoughts roam
I'm SorryI never wantedI'm Sorry by VertigoArt
to show up at your door
at three in the morning
after having driven
twenty-five hundred miles
with little to no sleep,
with tears in my eyes,
to tell you I love you
you took our daughters
and abandoned me
he was better,
here I am,
standing before you,
praying he doesn’t come home
and our daughters don’t wake up
to see me begging
to take me back.
Short loveAll I need from you is "Sorry".Short love by azad-janan21
All I need for you to do
is hold out your hand to me
say you love me
and make me happy.
My Love, The One and OnlyLike a rose in bloom, my heart is ablaze.My Love, The One and Only by malevolent-beauty
Like the wind through trees your name is a cool breeze to me.
When the night is young, our chats have just begun.
Our songs begin with rhymes made from curiosity.
My love for you is short lived. Your love for me is not there.
It was never there.
The gut wrenching, twisting desire that lurks in my stomach, will never be fulfilled.
When I think of the times we had together, it crushes my soul.
The thought of you with her, numbs my mind. It puts me in a bind.
I am glad for her, she is so blessed.
It makes me a mess.
The stress I have when you are around, is topped only by making not a sound.
Your eyes, a black abyss.
I miss you Michael. More than ever.
Your words will forever linger in my mind, when you said we shouldnt be together,
it wasnt working out, my heart was torn out.
Ripped from my chest, leaving a hole the size of you.
A five foot eleven abyss, one hundred and twenty five pounds of weight added to my own.
Now I can hardly wa
Restyour worn coat smelled of sleep
and your eyes floated like
dead leaves in a still pond
I checked the clock but
the minute hand stopped momentarily
to catch its breath.
the field of dry grass stood still
but a brisk wind kissed our necks
and your lips touched the cartilage
at the edge of my ear
we huddled like branches
and settled into the dirt.
Shattered Dreamsyou kneel in front of your
shattered dreams, there I found you;
sharp shards mirror your salty tears
driving deeply in your flesh.
why have you been so careless to
let them drop to the floor?
you look at your blood-wet hands,
you hold them high -
hold them higher than you held
your shattered dreams.
Submissions are welcome any time of the year except December. Please send three or more of your strongest poems. Simultaneous submissions are not acceptable. It is not necessary to query if sending a longer work or grouping of poems.
All submissions should be creative nonfiction that has a research component. This might be travel writing or science writing or writing about a phenomenon (think McPhee’s Oranges or Roach’s Spook). Or, it might be a personal essay that includes both personal rumination and information gathered through research (think, perhaps, of Dinty Moore’s “Son of Mr. Green Jeans” or Anthony Farrington’s “Kissing”). It might be immersion memoir or immersion journalism or literary journalism or…we’re pretty flexible. Surprise us. But please do not send us nonfiction without a research component or fiction. We also do not accept scholarly essays that would be better suited to an academic journal, including literary analysis.
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5×5 is an online literary journal that publishes poetry and prose of 500 words or less. We also feature photography. We publish twice a year (Winter & Summer). Submissions are welcome year-round through Submittable, but each issue is theme-dependent and thus time-sensitive, per the following schedule (which might vary):
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Poetry and poetry translations, fiction, art & photography, non-fiction, essays, book reviews, and interviews
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The ideal AHHR piece either covers a subject few people write about, or covers familiar subjects from an angle we’d never thought of.
Amethyst Arsenic is open to all forms of poetry and art
[They] have published works from slam poets, academic poets, first-time poets, rising poets, and established poets, as well as all kinds of visual artists.
Poetry Submissions should be exquisite. They will preferably not use the world “soul.” They should come in bundles of no more than five.
I am a poet. I have put my hand to other things, but I have always been a poet.|
My personal writings are angsty and sometimes dark, but my professional pieces are a bit lighter. I am categorized, like many, as "undefined". I used to consider myself a literalist - simple metaphors where necessary, but primarily, painting easy to understand pictures in easy to read pieces, but my life is changing and so is my voice. Who knows where I will end up next, if anywhere.
I started writing before I knew how to properly spell at 7 and it has suckt with me throughout my adult life.
I wrote my first poem about my new sister at 7 and finished my first children's story at 8. I was published at 9 and dropped off until I was 13.
I had my first adult publishing experience at 19 when a piece of mine was inked in a local paper. I continued writing methodically and religiously until my mid 20's where my personal life took precedence and I had to set my pen down. I did not write again for several years.
I am now in my 30's and the lit bug is secured with two hands. I will work diligently to ensure it stays where it is.