WingSpan Poetry Project


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My Angel

I met my first angel
at my friend’s brother’s house at a party.
My angel was wearing glass.
Iridescent thick glass.

My angel is sick,
always coughing up thick smoke.

My angel is hungry
for attention, from me,

and only me

by Siren Monroe


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I Met My First Angel

at a funeral

My angel was wearing a black gown

My angel was crying because I died

My angel has a pet crow

My angel is hungry for souls

I brought my angel over to meet my dead dog

My angel’s secret is she really loves you.

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The Struggle of Life in the Streets

Dear Mom,

Today I thank God that I am alive. Tomorrow I want to wake up feeling good about myself and won’t let people bring me down. I had a dream about asking for forgiveness for all my sins. I love you and miss you!

Dear Dad,

Today I thank God that you are locked up for the evilness t hat you put us through. Tomorrow I want to wake up feeling safe and secure. I had a dream about you trying to change from being gang-related. I hope you think about your mistakes and change.



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I am

I am a hexagon, six sides
all different faces.
Blame my BPD.

I am a sunset, a beautiful coral
New Mexico sunset, alluring
you to the darkness of night.

I am a chameleon. Forever changing

I am a child of the night.
Created through sin, living trying
my best to do what’s right. Stuck
in purgatory.

I am a soul that’s as sweet
as blood red jam. And he shows me,
he knows me, every inch of my
tar black soul.

I am fucking crazy,

But i am free

~ Siren Monroe

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I was in the winter of my life

and the people I met
along the way were my
only summer.

Two years down the line
of an endless drug binge,
my memories of them
were the only things that sustained me–
and my only real happy times.

I had dreams about
becoming a beautiful poet,
but upon a series of
unfortunate events saw those
dreams dashed and divided
like a million stars in the night sky.

Dazzling and broken.

But I know that it takes
getting everything you wanted,
and getting it all taken away
to know what true freedom is.

When people I knew
from my past saw me,
they asked me why.

I didn’t really have an answer.
There’s no talking
to people who have a home.
For us, home is wherever
we lay our heads.

My mom always told
me I had no fixed personality.
I have a chameleon soul.
No fixed moral compass
pointing due north.

Just an inner
indecisiveness that’s as wide
and wavering as the ocean.
And if I told you that
I didn’t mean for it to turn out
this way, I would be lying.
I have a very old soul. I believe
I chose this lifestyle
to test my strength.

One question I have to ask
you is who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your
darkest fantasies? have you created
a life for yourself where you
can experience them? I have.

I am fucking crazy,

but I am free.

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I am from the life of tough love

where some of us may not belong
I came from walking through the doors of judgment
and nobody wants to see
you hurt or see you cry because dare
to get caught in the blink of an eye
and you may die and come back to life
you are such a damn liar nobody wants
to connect to make a wire all you do
is look for attention because you will
never come out of my detention I
always considered you as a beast
and you will never be released walk the roads
alone because I will never go
cry of pain cry of love but obviously
nobody will ever understand because
nobody will ever give you a hand
call me when you die I”ll be there at
the exact time this is where all of it
ends I’m glad that you won’t be in this
world again it’s
a forever end
goodbye to such
a damn ugly

~ Karrina Serna