VISIONARY JOURNAL

By Anniliyah Richardson— Create no deceptions. Believe the lies that are to be told behind in the eyes that share a darker truth. Whether...

By Katherine Avila— “Charismatic...” What a scary thing- The apple becoming the tree, Decomposing to the core— Choking on the soil, Next ...

By Katherine Avila— I want to tell her, Tell her what I see— Feel! But what if I tell her? Would she smile and shake her head, And reply w...

By Ashely Diaz— Fogged car windows from rain Toddler hands carving letters Parents wiping out yesterday.

By Ashely Diaz— Have you ever plucked A flower from its bush Just because you could? Have you ever Stared at an unflourished Blossom and ...

By Ashely Diaz— Your hearts perfume Was subtle Vanilla like Plain like honey dew You knew me but I didn't know you Funny: how we got here...

By Ashely Diaz— Book I Chapter I I've been wearing heels since birth With every size increase Mom bought me a new pair Bunions, red blist...

By Diana Romero— the great outdoors, hate it or love it. branch out with the tree stumps, summertime sadness. I think a lot about importa...

By Nada Aly— You know how they say that the pleural cavities in your lungs have to be empty? It’s fascinating really, they can’t even hav...

By Yudiria Hernandez— Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die. I am here. Like a summer breeze, That you cannot se...

By Jay Marie Martinez— God knew that you needed me as much as I needed you. He knew that you needed a child to love you, and care for you...

By: Ashely Diaz It’s so hidden I wish I could peak You told me to Never open it It was a piece of your mind, You said. Never share your w...

By: Katherine Avila Don’t forget the color of my eyes; Don’t forget my curly hair; Don’t forget how much I love to eat fries; Don’t forge...

By: Marialys Gonzalez I miss the way I used to read Read your eyes as you looked at me The light that would shine Reflecting your love fo...

By: Katherine Avila I love how your meaty hands swallows mine, as mine grew older, yours grew more colder. I love how your cologne drowns...

By: Ashely Diaz They watch your children with judge filled eyes And believe they are thieves. They see your children walk the streets And...