By Trinity Damasco Underneath the summer sun,We wilted, but our love bloomed.Dandelions danced, fireflies flew;Lovers laughed, grass grew;And then there was us doing all the above.My heart raced as we frolicked in the fields of our youth.It was the beginning…
By: Essence Gibbs People stay mesmerized by your beautyCurls, soft and bouncyLips, plump and fullYour skin, caressed by the light of the sunYou are the blueprintAttempted to be duplicated, but never quite the sameYour heart overflowing with love and compassionA…
By Edson Sambala It is the sense of conscientiousness,For rain season to come close to your gate,To bring elation and neighbourhood,But love is a priori to every action. Grasses enjoy fresh air to grow,Richly to sustain our endurance,Peace in mind,…
By: Enda Boyle Springtime in Derry Cautiously, by stealth the sunny days creep inThe citizens are stirred by a palpable carpe diemThey undertake a wilderbeast migration seawardIn nearby costal towns columns of bare torsoslay on beaches, pale blistering into a…
By: Sivaprasad V SUICIDE An act of cowardice when a loser doesDisgrace to kins it bringsHe does have the right to live but the right to die is not hisEscaping himself from worldly sorrows is crime he commits An act…
By: M. F. Nagel In the morningWhen the stars gather to singLook to the skyAnd seeA chariot wingedA chariotwingedSoaringSoaring star walkersStar walkersFire spitting 2. 1.FireBeyond the edge of dreamsDreamsThe edge of dreamsWhere we have livedLivedSo longSo longAsleep In the morning…
More than our physiques, the COVID-19 pandemic has shrouded, stricken our minds. The scare has hurt more people and caused widespread harm than the virus can ever do. The trust has bottomed out. Attacks on healthcare workers and increasing suicidal…
By: RC deWinter so much for pretty i don’t want to wake up with a pretty mansomeone in love with his looks pretty men are fine for those who like themsmooth and urbane and hollowall greased up with the slick…
By: Alexandra Dreyzin Fingerprints They appeared, first innocuous, disruptingthe dust on my nightstand, a few scattered over a rocking chair,a reminder that I should clean more, do more,better again and again. But with the spring days longer, they have grown…
By: LC Gutierrez THE MARATHONER Noone beats a man who runs that peacefully.Eyes not even human while he prepares.No stress, no cockiness. The external factorsare sprawled about him. They stretch and breathe deeply,all catch themselves eyeing him for a moment.For…