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The Eternal Torment, Benjamin Mages
The Eternal Torment, Benjamin Mages
The Tuxedo Archives
I sigh. How many days have I spent in this hellish torment? Has it been weeks? Months? Years? There’s no way to tell time in this prison of eternal twilight. Each cycle (as it is impossible to know if one of these is actually a day) seems a monotonous repeat of the previous. First, I wake up. I am surrounded in filthy and reeking dirt that covers the walls of my cell. I have a single roommate, Jorath. He’s a brute of a man, just as dirty and reeking as I am after all this time. ~excerpt from prose
California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps
California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps
The Tuxedo Archives
Inhale the salty, crisp air.
Fingers tracing lines through mist
Covered brined metal, despair,
If you’re ensnared, flung away ~excerpt from poem
An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda
An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda
The Tuxedo Archives
The woman walked down the lane
with barely a care,
letting the path lead her onwards,
wondering where she would go. ~excerpt from poem
The Line, Kaileigh Robinson
The Line, Kaileigh Robinson
The Tuxedo Archives
Do you see how low I can be?
Lower than the valley and bottom of the sea.
Last night I was on top of the world.
I had you in the palm of my hand.
You were the line I couldn’t understand. ~excerpt from poem
Scorned, Megan Lynn
Scorned, Megan Lynn
The Tuxedo Archives
I wove a barbed-wire basket
To carry my ex-lover's heart,
An evil remembrance of what you tore apart
Now all I need is to open his casket. ~excerpt from poem
Ode, Brittany Blake
Ode, Brittany Blake
The Tuxedo Archives
o Heorot
My dearest love, how I long for thee!
When I yearn for nourishment, thou feedest me.
I grasp for words which thy beauty describe,
Thy pleasing water is such I love to imbibe. ~excerpt from poem
Starry Night, Brittany Blake
Starry Night, Brittany Blake
The Tuxedo Archives
The day God created her,
there was no mold,
no precedent,
no standard. ~excerpt from poem
From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck
From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck
The Tuxedo Archives
From my mouth to god’s ears
I cry with tears
Save him, save me
Save us for a sad world indeed
A world where a whole is spilt in halves
And a child cries for his dad ~excerpt from poem
Reserved Signs, Keara Teeter
Hold Me Dear, Keara Teeter
Img2998, Lauren Rigor
The Art Of War For Pre-Med Penguins, Elyza Genilo
The Art Of War For Pre-Med Penguins, Elyza Genilo
The Tuxedo Archives
Organismal Biology: Mon/Wed, 8am; General Chemistry I: Tues/Thurs, 8am; Bio Methodology & Research: Fri, 8am. Great, you think to yourself, all 8am classes from Monday-Friday, a 17 unit workload that also includes College Algebra and Statistics for Health Sciences. This is what your college days will be like for the next four years as a pre-med student. How do you think you will survive? ~excerpt from prose
An Open Letter To All The Adam Carolla's, Adrienne Formentos
An Open Letter To All The Adam Carolla's, Adrienne Formentos
The Tuxedo Archives
So. I want to say I expected better, but in fact, I'm not at all surprised by your total ignorance and racism.
The first time I heard about your tirade about Manny Pacquiao's illiteracy, prayers to "chicken bones," and the Philippine's reputation for sex tourism I found myself caught in a bit of struggle. You see, as a Filipino-American woman I was not at all shocked to find you think little of my motherland and its hero. ~excerpt from short story
Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss
Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss
The Tuxedo Archives
The feeling was far from pleasant. Once my friend’s colossal head collided with my face, I knew that I had broken my nose. Blood immediately drenched my large white tee and trickled down and onto the blacktop. I looked as if I had just fought Mike Tyson in a boxing match during the prime of his career. I slowly stumbled to the athletic trainer’s room with my bud in hopes of receiving some treatment. No one was there. ~excerpt from short story
People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes
People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes
The Tuxedo Archives
I wonder if they knew they were neighbors.
I would never have known had I not followed them to their doorsteps. I would never have guessed that these two seemingly average men happened to live next door to each other in their million dollar houses. I would never suspect such a coincidence. Was it coincidence?
But maybe I should learn to expect the unexpected, be it cliché or not. ~excerpt from short story
Tongue Twisting Word Listing, Alex Ward
Tongue Twisting Word Listing, Alex Ward
The Tuxedo Archives
I’m Tall like Bunyan, Pierce, and Gasol,
I’m white like Wall, but my names not Paul,
unfortunate fortune tellers break their crystal ball,
Peter Piper picked a patch, cabbage patch doll,
wicked wizardry words slippery like lotion ~excerpt from poem
The Gladiatrix, Heather Soderquist
The Gladiatrix, Heather Soderquist
The Tuxedo Archives
Birth me mother, please, in silence
For I’ll know no tranquil world.
Only then will life be peaceful
For I’m a rebel girl. ~excerpt from poem
Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament, Vicki Thomson
Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament, Vicki Thomson
The Tuxedo Archives
Do you hear gobbles from a haunted voice?
Feather cape, swan-like neck, on stage no more-
I, Sir Gerstle, gallant turkey, hero,
Swashbuckling star of street studded drama,
Deceased. Thespian whose sharp crimson beak
And golden feet, leaped, fencing and dashing,
Darting between moving cars, trucks, and bikes
Earning their wrath while I gave you a laugh,
Aviary Aristophanes –gone. ~excerpt from poem
Background, Eugene Rinehart
Background, Eugene Rinehart
The Tuxedo Archives
Dad stands in the back aisle
And smiles
I know, he prefers it that way
To being up front and
Not having a good time. ~excerpt from poem
Unfolding, Julie Muskat
Unfolding, Julie Muskat
The Tuxedo Archives
All the beauty in the world is contained in a grain of sand.
Once a rock, a shell, a bone
Tumbled by history
Tossed through the sea
Atoms traveling, changing, constantly evolving
Forever creating
New forms ~excerpt from poem
Haitian Bitch, Sukey Lewis
Haitian Bitch, Sukey Lewis
The Tuxedo Archives
Destruction of my substructure by stressed plates,
Some voo-doo curse laid it on—deconstructing my
Already worn-out, washed-up, ruined heap some called infrastructure.
Why? Too much bad blood, buried bones.
Lost babies, lost mamas, lost—
Nothing new, but nasty all the same. ~excerpt from poem
And On The 7.0 Day, He Rested, Janelle Harris
And On The 7.0 Day, He Rested, Janelle Harris
The Tuxedo Archives
The ground merely twitched at first.
A slight hiccup really.
I thought I had tripped,
Lost equilibrium for just a moment.
The ground bellowed next.
A roar really. ~excerpt from poem
The Harbor, Stephen Dalton
The Harbor, Stephen Dalton
The Tuxedo Archives
I’ve slid across the bow,
slick with settling mist,
and dropped through the hatch
into the bunk below. ~excerpt from poem
With Death's Cousin, Pastor Bejinez
With Death's Cousin, Pastor Bejinez
The Tuxedo Archives
I see her blood relation to death, in the wrinkles of her forehead,
Yet, I want her.
Her heavy breath, lingers out, over her damp lips
And E
C
H
O
E
S
A soft invitation, through my mind.
She slowly pulls me, closer to her smooth, magazine face
With her hypnotic, inhaled breath, full of mystery. ~excerpt from poem
Another's Plate, Pastor Bejinez
Another's Plate, Pastor Bejinez
The Tuxedo Archives
She’s the mother of four
Chirping and screaming
Children.
None are his own
Though he wishes
They were. ~excerpt from poem
Nicole4, Nicole Jackson
Nicole6, Nicole Jackson
Nicole8, Nicole Jackson
Nate1, Nathaniel Ancheta
Nate4, Nathaniel Ancheta