November Poetry Compilation
The Sunstroke Monthly Poetry Compilation is a collection of poetry submitted by Sunstroke readers and staff members. Take a seat, light a candle, grab a cup of tea, and dive into the intricate words of our community.
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By Ellie Connor-Phillips
“Late October Nights” by Elida Vargas
Saxophone song and sirens sway,
caressing the inner most corrosion
for a moment i feel the world stand still
my breath trickling down the street
four full blocks of neon
where angry bluish men standing guard
and I
imbalanced as if on crows feet,
shift my weight
thinking about parmesano garlic fries
and another caipirinha.
By Ellie Connor-Phillips
Untitled by Bree Cranfill
To the stars who listen,
I’m trying to breathe in the healing I require, but the suffering sets fire to my lungs. It’s weighing tons on my chest, I’m begging the universe for a rest, asking for some release. I’m so tired of my struggle being used as a conversation piece.
To the stars who listen,
I’m proud of who I am, and what I’ve overcome. Pushing through even when I thought “I’ve had enough.” This being is not what I wanted, it wouldn’t have been my choice. But damn, now that I’m here, all I can do is raise my voice.
But, stars, if you’re out there, know that i feel like no one hears me. And If I don’t get my message out then I soon might disappear. It’s clear, in some ways, where my purpose lies. But I’m running low, and all that’s left to show- are the silent cries behind these tired eyes, from 6 feet down below.
So, stars, please if you’re listening, send out some love and guidance. I can’t promise I’ll get it right but I’ll listen to what’s provided. I’ve been misguided. Life has been one sided, but I truly have belief. If you’re there, I know you care, please send me some relief.
Photograph by Julia Morgan
Untitled by Julia Morgan
Cement
I have an aversion to fall.
Garish pieces of it
Litter and die
Along with my hope
But
The earth cries with me
Validating my mourning with
Mountains jacketed in mist
Acoustic tones
Settle sediment
Into my bones