Poem of the Week

Taylor Ray

Hope:

It’s never a shout,
It’s never a word,
It’s never a whisper,
It’s barely heard,

In times of trouble,
In times of pain,
In times of anger,
It won’t call your name,

I’m trying to breath,
I’m trying to cry,
I’m trying to speak,
I know I’ll get by,

Help didn’t come,
So I wished for an friend,
But hope never comes,
When you’re close to the end.

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Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

Credit

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"Essay on Crying in Public" - Sam Sax

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"14 Lines from Love Letters of Suicide Notes" - Doc Luben

Hill Bomber: Graphics Illustration photos

One of my classes required some illustrations so I had to go out and photograph them. A friend (Aaron) gratefully let me take photos of him and they came out fantastically. Here are some of the best shots out of the day.