Another Cup —C.D. Anders

She’s like another cup of coffee at midnight: something familiar–maybe all too familiar– yet my heart still can’t handle the rush it brings, keeping me awake and wishing for another cup even if it keeps me up only long enough to crash again and wake up to another cup again Read more —C.D. Anders @TheContinue reading “Another Cup —C.D. Anders”

Awaiting Thunder, he Dreams – Robert Okaji If all our voices were to meet in the atmospherewhat could the rain achieve? When we give nothing we have nothing. Is it enough to listen? Wisps and heaps, ripples and sheets. Accumulated, dispersed, fingersunknotting death’sgrip, steps taken around the flames, in caution, in delight,imagining the greatest undoings. “Awaiting Thunder, He Dreams” was firstContinue reading “Awaiting Thunder, he Dreams – Robert Okaji”

Before You’re Ready (#126) —Dangerkit

do everything before you’re ready like drugs and projects release it to the world before you’re ready before you die use your misguided resilience share life at a jukebox carve out chunks and hand them to a special soul exist demolish the futility of your goals get caustic bounce when you find yourself pouring theContinue reading “Before You’re Ready (#126) —Dangerkit”

Dreamers Ordeal -Wildheart

There’s so many things to do and so little time…  Dreams to be achieved Records to be set  Adventures to be seeked Parents to be made proud Dream house to be bought  Gym to be hit Healthier life to be lead Fine literature to be read  Books to be written Movies to be watched  FriendsContinue reading “Dreamers Ordeal -Wildheart”

White Thoughts —Shreya Vikram

i. 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. ii. Each one ofContinue reading “White Thoughts —Shreya Vikram”

O Howling Wind! —Isha Garg

O howling wind lead me back home don’t let me roll like aimless stones, like dust, dissolve in ancient seas, or forgotten, revolve in galaxies… Speak of words that guide me – whispers of truth, of eternity… Lead me where I find myself; a solemn prayer in love, to dwell… O howling wind, lead meContinue reading “O Howling Wind! —Isha Garg”

Broken Cursives —Life in Yellows

Have you ever lost your heart in the hems of broken cursives? It’s a mystic realm that draws you in… like a black hole is known to snatch the world away. To the people of stones and metal, it may seem like forbidden magic when a poet holds your hand and walks you through theContinue reading “Broken Cursives —Life in Yellows”