Time is ticking ticking ticking The two year timer stared when the plane landed every second getting closer to 0:00 ticking ticking...

This poem was sent to us by Addie Z., a 12th grader stationed in the United States. Do you have a story to share with your fellow...

I leave homes like shedding skins, and sometimes when I tell people I lived in Germany, I think it's wrong to say 'I,' because it wasn't...

This poem was sent to us by Michaela M., a ninth grader stationed in Hawaii. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

almost forgotten Home it looked so terribly unfamiliar tile floors and white walls like photos had not lined them I have come back for a...

A new neighbor She just arrived The movers' mid labor She looks sleep deprived I go over, wave my hand She greets me with a smile on her...

The card gets folded into a paper plane, paper memories, paper friendship. But paper planes don't prepare you for the real thing. The...

Counting down the minutes until the final box would make its way into the truck, I silently prayed that this was all just a bad dream. Of...

My home is in my heart, I always need a new start, I make friends everywhere I go, It makes no difference, I know, It will never change,...

Your smile. Contagious to anyone who sees you. I feel whole for the first time ever. Here and there, laughs and giggles, running at night...

It triumphs over our trust, our commitment, our effort. I miss you. I can't remember what it feels like when the video calls are enough....

being alone has never been an issue I can explore and travel and experience on my own being alone tends to be my normal when I move I...

Try it on. Put it on. Keep it on. Once you have it on, You can’t take it off. The addiction. The fear. The loneliness. You can’t see me-...

My dad is often met with the phrase, "Thank you for your service." In the Walmart checkout line, after church sessions, between gas...

Here I am again, staring out a window at the concrete, as the engines begin to roar. Engines. Concrete. I try not to think, because then...

Raindrops sprinted down the cold glass of my back passenger window. The feeling of my aching heart was drowned out by the last whiff of...

To step out of the lunch line is to have a brief out of body experience. I can see me hugging the straps of my purple backpack, like it...

Saying goodbye to a home is always hard, but the beautiful natural world of coastal California was especially painful to leave behind. I...

If you drop a bowl of cereal, Fling its contents out, Some of the Cheerios will be flung so far They get lost in the corners. Other...

Pride is a poem I wrote in late 2019. I had just watched a cool performance of original spoken word poetry, and I was inspired to write...