By: writmic Stress Leads to Success School works are obstacles in our paths. You continue walking as they come. Eventually, you still choose to finish them and end up working through upon your sleepless nights. In the end of the…
. By; Annapurani Vaidyanathan 2006. My first-ever memory of watching you play. It was a Wimbledon final against Nadal. I was staring at a 24-year-old star who already had 7 grand slams in his kitty. A ball boy who had…
By: Jacynth Amores TIED BY AFFECTION They say love at first sight Is just a myth, A Hollywood Tale? An exquisite adornment Gasping for affections To love unconditionally A bright ray of sunshine Filters through the stained glass window Illuminating…
By: Welkin Siskin If you can come away with sublime love beating out of our union, Being oblivious, creating disaffection, I guess should I leave you on your wish. It is not just because I wish, but because you do….
By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang I Was Originally The God of the Gods I shall change seawater into honey， smelt the stone into the gold， The bitter is namely sweet， the sun is born from the womb…
By: Mariel Avecilla Apple of my Eyes The paradise wast did fill with— creatures, plants, floweth’rs in myriad div’rsity. each one possessing peculiar attributes, but all of those enthrall’d me not, f’r only one did seize mine own he’d and…
By: Samantha Lizardo All I Want to Do I’ll listen to your story As your soul peeks from your eyes All I want to do is say hi to you Oh, dear stranger I’ll lend you my shoulder As rivers…
By: Lucia van den Brink Veteran You are a war zone windows were broken doors kicked in bombs landed and now when glass falls doors slammed shut firework explodes You react as if you are at war again and you…
Interviewed by: Carol Smallwood Mary Mackey, with a B.A. from Harvard College and a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from The University of Michigan, is a New York Times bestselling author and award-winning poet. Maxine Hong Kingston noted: “Mary Mackey’s poems are…
By: John Tustin DEFEATED A few days after the day When it all began for us You spoke to me, Hushed as if under house arrest And I could hear your voice Almost inaudible In my ear But clearly Nearly…