HEARTBROKEN Magazine
The Spooky Issue
Letter From The Editor
Dear readers, I’ve been creating these mini magazines for some time now and as I’m approaching the end of college I wanted to rebrand it into something that can really grow. I really appreciate all the people that helped me create Modernism, but it’s time to close that chapter and create something new. The Spooky Issue is small, yes, but I just wanted to give you a taste for what’s to come in the next issue of Heartbroken magazine. In this issue you’ll find haunting poetry and photography inspired by the Halloween season. Please don’t be shy and submit to our website heartbrokenmagazine.com Best, Nicol Maciejewska
CONTRIBUTERS cover Photograph by Kelsie Williams 1 Photograph by Demetrio Ricardo 3-4 Photography by Kelsie Williams 5-6 Poem by Cantey Trevon 7-16 Photography by Grace Prock 17 Poem by Henry Mcgrath 18 Poem by Nicol Maciejewska 19-24 Photography by Kelsie Williams 25 Bijan Rae “GraveyardKid”
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If Insanity Were Human By: Cantey Trevon
Again, lifting rigid weights, eyes shut-meaningless daze. Woke up to wilting lilies and unkept promises, orchids sitting in my window whispering grief amidst the sun filling me up, my brain released melancholic desire I scramble through my thoughts yet again, lying in a peaceful mess of tears Cancer-blinding-smoke-burning, through my sight. Tunnel vision to my afternoon Again, feeding myself optimism for a moment of eternity, They say repetition is the mother of all skill, what they don’t tell you is expecting the same results is insanity. I’ve only been here for a moment but the bell has been pounding away at me since forever. Worn-down rustic shell, my mental dysfunction a state of; All hell breaks loose. And Again, I savored the scent of madness My body a temple in construction, a lone energy, time-wasted. I recall a time where I was shimmering confi-
dence on a vivid canvas And now I’m idle, aloof about the black-andwhite mess I got painted in. As each day passes a pit of everlasting resentment grows within A voice, I heard long ago spitting toxic atrocity. The moon calmed the brewing storm, It’s brilliance and blessing nature. Culled the curses imbued with doubt, an uneasy process of healing. Insanity saw me, and I the phantom, an interchangeable yin-yang of humanity. A Calm-patient wind loved rage and intensity Echoed vile dreams, lost visions, and reflections Meditative harmony balanced, Mind Body and Soul Again, Again, And Again, A Voice, Echoed If Insanity were human, I think it might be me.
POLTERGUYS By: Grace Prock
A series highlighting ghosting and the excuses people give in today’s dating culture.
A Song That Never Made A Sound By: Henry Mcgrath Came and gone Like a song That never made a sound Sung by angels Friends with danger Far beneath the ground Siren calls Fill the halls Of my head with noise Swallow all The mating calls To fake the feeling joy Candles fight The moonlight’s bite Fall leaves spite The season’s fright And so they fall all around Like a song without a sound
The Portal By: Nicol Maciejewska I found myself amongst souls Being ferried between heaven and earth Messages from the divine Were uttered from the lips of an unknowing vessel Sitting at a table with Gods Who tell you all you didn’t want to hear But knowing now you can’t ignore all that you fear I’m pushed to leave behind what no longer serves me By listening to their prophecies I feel undeserving CHOSEN... but for what purpose The future is still uncertain