Images Visual Arts & Literary Magazine Vol. 2

Amidst this snowy night in December, where families indulge in hot chocolate by the fireplace, where friends are baking cookies with a...

It's 5:30 AM in the morning, as my alarm rings It indicates the start to another excruciatingly long 24 hours I arrive at training at 6...

On a moonless night, in a place of darkness I wander in the forest, clueless of my surroundings The leaves crumble, and the owls remain...

I grew up in a world knowing that my life played out differently than others; the whisk of the cool, breezy wind seemingly avoided me. My...

What is unseen Lies behind the scenes The words that we don't speak The railroad track of thought Weaves in between the trees The words...

Sitting, waiting; with patience? Not quite 1 hour 2 hours 3.. *bing* Is the noise my phone makes The familiar sound feels different this...

I'm a fantastic magician. I can disappear in the blink of an eye. But that's the only trick I know. Nobody would come see me if I decided...

Warning! There is some violence towards the end of the story that some readers might find disturbing. “Good afternoon, Sparky!” Joyce...

(I am here too) Here is the shrieking whistle’s selfish song Beside the bass line of my heartbeat Out. Out. Out. Behind the baseline of...

We do not need more of the things that are seen, we need more of the things that are unseen. However if you think about it, the cookie...

5 times a day, Dawn, afternoon, midday, evening, dusk and night, 5 times a day, 5 times a day, I am reminded of the disappointment, the...

What is the unseen? The unseen is the part of our lives that no one but us sees. The unseen is our feelings. All the times where you felt...

“It can only go up from here,” Mom said. She’s never home: picking up shifts, scraping for tips. Late nights, early mornings: to keep...

When the time calls We seem to be behind the walls. Well in a world so wide It’s easy to hide. Like pollution covers the stars in the sky...

today i saw an old couple dancing in the marketplace their bodies spoke a latent dialect of the most secluded language sacred exclusively...

Behind the milk, leftovers and vegetables, remains a yogurt, hidden and long forgotten. Under the grapes, cheese and dips, lies the bread...

In the quiet town of Stillwater, where the sun dipped below the horizon with a reluctant grace, a phenomenon eluded the gaze of most. A...

Thinking back on the objects once owned by a young  girl A shiny white pearl, a chain made of gold But the memories feel distant, they...

She was perfect An angel sent from heaven The most rare jewel found… Everything she touched turned to gold She was a women made from the...

Stars twinkling in the dark night, Laughter chiming up the street, Couples fight, Families greet, At least they have someone. My soul...

She walks up and around For never IN but always out In clusters and groups she can never be found She seems to just exists as she wonders...

“To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form; to soar beyond sight; to explore the uncharted dream realm of the hidden...

Through the unseen, the spirits roam, The invisible threads of mysteries are shown. Unseen winds weaves tales untold, Invisible threads...

I am your shadow I am your daughter You see me in front of you You consider To love me To cherish me To hurt me To envy me To love me I...

I walk the deserted streets with just a lamp post in the distance With its light flickering on and off I feel a breeze run up my neck...

In the corner of the garden Behind the brush and trees Past the boughs laden heavy with newly budded leaves There sits a little acorn...

I study by candlelight to remind myself just how fast the sun goes down. The empty chemistry worksheet clouds my mind with bitterness,...

still it continues: the breathless lamp the not-so-empty, not-so-warm anymore /cha/chai/o-cha/tra/shay/ tea/ that had lost its fragrance...

On his face His screen glows Luminous eyes and a luminous nose There is a film that covers His face so bright So no one knows what’s...

The universe is seemingly infinite, its expansiveness makes observing a distant star the same as looking back at the past Eventually, at...

It was a crisp autumn morning. Lila packed up her purple backpack and her brown paper bag lunch and headed towards the door. She got into...

In the bustling streets, where life's stories unfold, A keen eye may glimpse what others fail to behold. A smile that falters, eyes...

Unknown and unseen as people say Nefarious fiends lay in wait Knowing knowledge is worth its weight in gold Nested within dwellings of...

You are the girl who sits in the back. Not by choice nor by desire, but merely by default. The classroom is suffocating, but luckily, the...

You can start in the beginning… Our accents like a beautiful cadence, Our accents like a difficult fence. The color of our pure ink-black...

shoes pointing toward me pupils wide and dilated a smile stamped on your face — it was obvious. walking in step with me choosing my tempo...

Every evening, I watch the old man cross the road to the local cemetery. The winter air is evident, the cold wind biting and gnawing,...

ask me why i have fallen in love with the boy who hates me. sometimes, i think he’s dead. i put my contacts in wrong this morning & my...

The idea and moral of the story is that spreading lies and hate towards a person that's different from you of culture, race, or religion,...

what a privilege to feel guilty. to walk down a suburban sidewalk while crying about all the ways you failed to love me & everything i...