by Tosha Feldkamp 

Whisper to me my darling

Please, from time to time

The secret musings of your heart

And whether your still mine

The blackened sky doth tell the sky

To whom he does belong

And just before the summer storm

Unleashes forth in song

The ocean to the shore is bound

And escape is never planned

The waves return repeatedly

To kiss upon the sand

The cherry blossoms know their place

Belonging to the tree

In the springtime they express their love

And bloom most splendidly

So tell me now what’s in your heart

Does it still beat for me?

For my heart still belongs to you

For all eternity.

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by Profound Mercenary

It started off a normal day

Kicking it with the cows and dogs

When Farmer Ted

Dragged me to his office

Sorry to say this but you’re moving

HE’s coming tomorrow to take you away

I can’t believe what Farmer Ted just said

HE was the worst thing that

Can happen to an animal like me

HE comes in and takes you away

Then takes you to a factor far away

From all the people you ever loved

HE came and I said my goodbyes

Then was shoved to the back of truck

I was given a shot and fell fast asleep

Next thing I know I was soaked

In bowl while someone chopped me up

Next to the bowl was a box

Shake n Bake

Little by little I was put into a bag of brown batter

Then this mysterious women shook me up and down

Then shoved me in an oven

An hour later I was taken out

Put on a dinner table

To serve a family of four

And that was the last thing I remember

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we love art. In fact, we are passionate about it. We hate to see aspiring artists struggle. For this reason, every year, Vitality has decided to donate 10% of its revenue to a nonprofit organization that supports the arts. 

this year, we’ve partnered up with the Downtown Writer’s Center in Syracuse, NY, which helps aspiring writers publish their works (and even get book deals!). We wrote about the organization in our preview issue. You can also learn more about these awesome people here. 

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by Anthony Schultz

Today was his sixth birthday—technically he was twenty-four, but who was counting?  After all, Leap Year was a variance—an aberration; it didn’t need to exist; yet it did. 

In his book lethargy was top priority for the day.  He showered, threw on some clothes, popped open a Guinness, but just as he was about to take sip—he let out a slight cough.  It was minute, but he could feel another building.  Suddenly, he dropped his Guinness and before the can could strike the white-checkered linoleum and the second cough had commenced—he was gone. 

Vanished.  Poof.  Non-existent. 

For a nanosecond he felt as if he were underwater, but when he opened his eyes he was kissing a beautiful woman.  Blonde-hair, fair skinned, blue eyes, and his heart skipped forward and proceeded directly past ‘Go!’  He blushed, but the kiss was so tender and intense he fell into it like Skywalker tumbling into the Sarlacc. 

As the two parted, he smiled and, in return, a smile escaped her lips.  He didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten here, but he knew he wanted to stay.  Love at first sight had never been in his paradigm, but in his heart he—poof. 

He was gone. 

He was back in his apartment with a Guinness bubbling at his feet.  He immediately grabbed his coat and was out the door before the can could stop spinning.  He would find the girl—that was the magic of Leap Year.

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beautiful, no?

via hipsters-in-space

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Here! The more of your support we have, the more we can help you put your art out there in the magazine!

by Nicholas Bonarski 

Painted like a mural
or some decorated church ceiling
staring up to fathom every
perfect changing detail
a moving quilt of patterns
white and wispy
spelling words I’ve never read
and making shapes I’ve never known
a unique brand of graffiti
known only to the ground
painted upon the heavens
and there’s no earthbound
being capable of spraying
that image on the blue
canvas bubble
encompassing this globe.

…but we need you to help us - and we promise we’ll return the favor big time.

at Vitality, we are incredibly passionate about giving media exposure to independent, underground, and aspiring artists, musicians, designers, and writers because…well, no other magazine tells us about the real creative people out there. The people like you.

we want to put your name out there. But we need you to spread the word about us (like our Facebook, follow our Twitter, reblog, talk to your friends!). The more followers we have, the more funds we can get from advertisers and sponsors, because let’s face it - printing a magazine - on recycled paper, nonetheless - ain’t cheap. And keep in mind that 10% of our yearly revenue goes to nonprofit organizations that support the arts! 

so if you could do this little favor for us just this once, friends, know that we will do absolutely everything in our power to get your art out there.

{this post is brought to you at 5:37 a.m. by the editor-in-chief’s jet lag}

by Christian Millan

Dusk

Runs up through my knees

And out from my lips

Rumbling still,

Buzzing crickets

In my head

A fountain blue sprays from an

Open heart,

Sending ripples outward

Toes sing

To the grass,

Cows mediate upon the moon