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Poem: Laments

By: April Mae M. Berza I could have read “The Fault in our Stars” but I chose to hear your laments about your ex who chose his ex over you. The pain in my chest is like an inactive volcano…

Poem: If I were a river

By: April Mae M. Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your…

Poem: Pain

By: Ranjeet Sarpal Pain survives on its capacity to evoke memories Carefully selectively Memories are underpinned Then repetition of selective memories deepens the agonized self Triggering sea storm in blood veins . Words are recalled instinctual touch is forgotten. The broken…

Poem: joy of today

By: Linda M Crate the trees and the sun beckon me outside and i follow without thought of the dishes or the laundry mopping or vacuuming floors life is made for the living and dust is for the dead; let…

Poem: Alive

By: Linda M. Crate  you want to cage me, but my heart is too wild it even evades my rib cage i am wild and free a spirit that dances in the trees and stones of the river nature makes…

Poem: Moments

By: Neelam Singh Moments were moments You, the fulfillment of my desire My treasure exposed My freedom sold Moments were never like moments before Nothing felt No words said Restlessly I sobbed My soul ruined itself Moments were never like…

Poem: The End of Sex

By Reese Scott you sucked me off until there was only marrow as you grew bored and decided to stay using words gestures and language to hide your appearance into mine until there is nothing else i can see

Poem: Silence

By: Khuswand Naidu Nor to hear Nor to see Nor to talk bad If be to follow what Ghandi said we be to called monkeys of Gandhigiri What to do in today’s world follow Gandhigri? Or make own path Or work…

Poem: Lover’s Lexicon

By: Adreyo Sen Angel is the word that comes to me unbidden when you are sleeping. Banter lets me drown in the love in your eyes. Candor is the gift you’ve always given me. Demure are your smiles in your delighting…