By: Keith Moul Discerning fully its act, Genius breaks into a glass house, breaking glass but indifferent to its breaking felony LAW. Tiny splinters now attend Genius, inhibiting a full search. More clattering ensues, stark collapse of weakened walls. Genius understands…
By: Debleena Majumdar The crumpled sheet of paper, Grease stains from yesterday’s Stale chop that been thrown at her, Was her treasure. Wolfing down the hard lump, she Had peered greedily at the paper. Unmindful of the darkness, If only…
By: Linda M Crate all you do is irritate me you are toxic to my health and my happiness so i’ve walked away our friendship was never much years of paltry things i always gave and you always took always…
By: Linda M Crate how many times must i say no before you realize i’ll never say yes? how many times must i say i don’t like you before it clicks? leave me alone i have no interest in dead…
By: Tempest Brew we are small beings in a small universe pretending to be large we are the voice of reason that is stifled because we are mute and do not realize it until much too late.
By Pijush Kanti Deb Dance on chance- the great popular hymn to attack on and conquer a stage to rule on but to me- a chance appeared one night in my bedroom in disguise of a heaven-touching skyscraper but surprisingly…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb The over ambitious steps may touch the honor of the moon and the raising head may feel the cool breeze of Heaven revealing the climax of the mad race between man and the God in extending…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s only the God who painted the most beautiful painting portraying the sacred close-up of blissful husband and wife yet on it my father found a spot- black and traditional, hiding a pathetic story of a…
By: Scott Thomas Outlar The spiders come out at night, weaving their wicked webs of entangled deception, seeking to capture prey that has been blinded by the darkness. This is not a complex thought. There is not a fount of wisdom…
By: Scott Thomas Outlar Worldly desires serve as an albatross around the soul’s neck, sending the entrapped flesh below the tide to drown in ocean’s depths; but sometimes a little bit of pressure on the lungs is nice, as it helps…