Poems

  • Girls illustration by Ale Mercado

    Girls

    I’m a girl; so what I’m not allowed to play sport anymore?  Or you think girls lives aren’t as good as yours?  Girls are strong, girls are powerful,  In fact we make this world quite wonderful.  Think about it; without girls the human race would die out,  Our world wouldn’t have been as great as […]

  • Illustration by alé Mercado for The Heart-Hive

    The Heart-Hive

    In darkness, the bees fill my head with their buzzing. A ceaseless fanning of wings, a clambering. And in fever pitch, my own wings begin to whir. I follow her in her waltz. The Honey Bee. Her purring wings a silver blur; With subtle movements she directs my flight, Weaving between skyscrapers of trees, rustling […]

  • Illustration by Ale Mercado for Net Traffick

    Net Traffick

    Brake light bites  Traffic stops information diverted   Started 31 years ago  Now we truly hit it  1984   People found the warning a bore  G-man 100 miles away  Checkin what I say  Blacklisted   It’s twisted  Nothing private  Paper and pen  Obsolete   More secure  32-bit encrypted  Nothing on them  Gaps in code  They slip right through it  […]

  • Illustration for Internal Garden

    Internal Garden

      My soul is a rusting flower And when its harvest yields I find myself drowning In these horribly beautiful fields Of gold, and pain, and laughter Across torn grins; my soul Paints brilliantly with these flowers That refuse to devour that cold I feel: that rare, confused beauty Writhing behind brilliant eyes My soul […]

  • Stars

    Stars seem odd to aspire to be. They are beautiful and they shine, yet they burn out and die, as we do. They are so out of touch and difficult to reach; all their energy goes into being bright, just for them to fade away. I would rather be the whole night sky. Something people […]

  • Orange Overalls illustration by Alé Mercado

    Orange Overalls

    I keep them safe inside me mind, locked up very tight. They hum and haw incessantly. Restlessly. But I – I say nothing. The walls, they grow in width and height, hidden deep inside this prison in my mind. But I – I’m captured too. I feel them claw their needle-sharp nails against my inner […]

  • Clichés illustration by Alé Mercado

    Clichés

    I worked so hard to create an us that I lost myself in the process. I know it’s a cliché, but that doesn’t make it less true. After all, everything was a cliché with us, from the first cheesy chat-up line. Like every good whirlwind romance we went up like flames and came down in […]

  • Illustration for Gold poem by Alé Mercado

    Gold

    Boldly, brightly, emerges the golden sun; looking down on jade fields and preparing for fun. Upon mountain lakes it gives a glistening glaze, as it sets upon the world its golden haze. It consumes us in a blistering heat, but gives warmth to the sand which caresses our feet. High in the sky its blinding […]

  • Bad Day illutration

    Bad Day

    She sat alone    in her bed with a giant    pain    in her head she tried  to go     outside but then    came back    in to hide the pain    was    too much what    a rush all the pain    in her brain her glasses       she […]