By: Paweł Markiewicz Attention: This manifesto has in itself a magic power and it can finally refute the communist manifesto (1847/48) and its successors in the form of communist states. It burns a peaceful campfire! I am part of the…

By: Michael Lee Johnson Chicago Street Preacher (V4) Street preacher server of the Word, pamphlet whore, hand out delivery boy, fanatic of sidewalk vocals, banjo strummer, seeker of coins, crack cocaine and salvation within notes. Camper on 47th from Ashland…

By: Mythili Nagarajan .Destiny. Trespassers Are solemnly Condemned. .Inspiration. Nerved In vein By nerve. .Art. Spirit Of Thy Soul’s spirit. .Love. Absent minds In Treasure heart. .Fire. Ignites Thine In mine. .Beauty. Breeding – Autumn’s Off spring. .Confession. You are…

By: Macy Perrine He is saintly. an extra sprinkle of stardust an extra stroke and polish in heaven’s factory and the lord pressed copper rings in his eyes deeming him golden. once-in-a-lifetime, the kind of boy you never forget no…

By: Mehreen Ahmed What they said or didn’t say, was hardly an issue. Courtney Justice wasn’t the kind of a person to be bothered by such trivialities. Her concerns were different. Even she didn’t know what her concerns were. She…

By: Alan Berger I have never been oneTo want to ascend to the eliteFor more days than someI’m lucky for shoes on my feet Even when young In The Village doing poppers’ I never had a hat hung On the…

By Mark Lindsey Under the cool water there lives a lady. She sings a sad song of world’s past. Of how they rose and sank, And never dreamed of a better place. Where freedom and beauty are the lords, And…

By Mark Lindsey Emotion. That Magical nymph so bare. Heeding only unknown drives, Her life one with the tree stability. Together yet apart they exist. Time. Friend and foe to all. Wearing and tearing at the tree. And as time…

By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Coast of Time In the pink and white golden words Of the day outside the garden of gods Is the hometown of thy soul. Far before the world was born The…

By Mark Kodama The monarch butterfly pauses and hesitates Bending the orange flower under its weight, Before moving on its way To fulfill tasks of its busy day, Trivial to us but important to him. The ant struggles to lift…