White Thoughts —Shreya Vikram


The most powerful is powerless; we know the force of water only as it crashes onto a surface. To be alone is always nothing. Nothing trickles upwards. There is only one way to reach the top- you must give away, of your own will, as much of yourself as possible.


Each one of us must forget we aren’t loved in the ways we want…

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The Men's Room – Vishal Dutia


Don’t smile

Don’t frown

Don’t turn around

Don’t make eye contact

Don’t wink

Don’t blink

Don’t even think About where you are at

Don’t say hey

Don’t wave

Don’t small talk make Stare straight at the wall

Don’t clear your throat

Call someone bro

Or make a joke Of

okay now please cough

You’re a man

Wash your hands Though that’s not in the plan

Dry them on your pants

Walk to the door As you ignore All else but the floor

Don’t even think of looking back

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Rainbow —Forgotten Meadows

That day…

The world forgot to be kind,

and you forgot to be patient,

and in between figuring out who you were,

and where you came from,

and why you were here,

the clouds of life,

poured on you,

and your heart cried with the rain…


when it was over,

and though the world did not change,

you felt lighter and soul felt cleansed,

and you noticed the smiles among the frowns,

and drenched in what was your pain,

you found that little piece of joy again,

you followed the rainbow of life.

Read —Forgotten Meadows

Indifferent World – makeshift26


I’m indifferent to you,
in this world made for two,
sharing what we have with the rest, wondering how we got this far on fumes.
The breath of life in view,
littering the streets with news,
of a better life for everyone.

Photo credit:

Navid Baraty

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First Blush – Yas Khan


Sun flares into the sapphire
My canvas rushes to capture
Birds flying through wands of gold, grey
Language of rainbow wings
Strength in wild of day
Divine comes through 
Sun warms aura of my consciousness
Adorning wisdom in my heart
I bleed in this odyssey
Where tears turn to diamonds
A jeweled promise
Like a timepiece
Holding the 


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Small Talk —Writer in Retrospect

You tell me I’m no fun,
But I think I’ve overdosed on it:
Years spent laughing, joking;
Often feeling none of it.

You tell me I should talk some more,
But what have I to say?
Nothing you would like to hear,
So I think it best I stay away.

You tell me there’s a world out there;
Well, what is that to me?
I am not you, my dear,
Nor will I ever be.

You suggest I should be happy,
That to speak to me you deign;
But if we’re to talk about the weather,
I think I’d rather speak of rain.

Read —Writer in Retrospect

Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin


It was a rainstorm infatuation.

The clouds romantically dimmed the skies.

She looked perfect under the veiled night,

deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater,

eyes as big as saucers.

A rainstorm of happenstance

that we’ll never regret,

even when we’re happily married

to someone else.

Originally published at The Poetry Bar.

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Spaceship – Shllyn


We often joked about dying

Together in a spaceship

Blasting off above clouds

That looked like cotton fields

Toward the woman in the sky

We both fell in love with

And wrapping up our wanderlust-filled adventures

With the most exciting one of them all

Our eyes have cherished the moon

At her most brilliant moments

And we’ve kissed beneath her loving glow

More than I could have hoped when we met

But less than I still desire tonight

As you sleep covered in a sterile white hospital sheet

It looks like we”ll never make it to the stars

You may not even make it until tomorrow

So in the room that I requested have a view of the moon

With the blinds wide open

Like every night since you checked in

We held hands and both struggled to breathe

Below the light for which we could never satiate our desire

I’d like to believe she knew

And blew every cloud out of the sky

To get one last look at your stunning face

Or maybe it was you who held on long enough

Until she was able to be fully present for your grand departure

SWD 07/2019

Updated 02/2020

This is a fictional piece but I think I’d like to take this story further.

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memories – hazel meadows


remembering you

is like being sick

and the sun shining outside.

the memories are beautiful

but I still feel like hell inside

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