BENEATH GRIEF ~BY PAMELA LEVARI
I like being alone, not because I don’t care about people, but because peace feels safer than forced conversations and pretending I’m okay when I’m not.
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A SKY THAT HAS HUMAN BEAUTY ~BY KATRINA ANTONY
Every day is a new way of looking at the sky.
RUNNING ON EMPTY ~BY CHLOE BAUGHER
Have you ever knocked your head back to get the last bits of water out when you’re thirsty?
VICTORY TO HUMANITY ~BY MD.SAFIQUL ISLAM
The deaf ears of inhumanity remain unmoved by the cries of the tailor bird
TRANSIENT LIFE ~BY SARARANI GHUMARE
Life is like the waves that goes up and down.
Never be upset, as you fall down.
Money exists for a short period of time.
COME FLY ~BY EMILY SHIPP
Come fly away with me
To a world of our own.
Come fly away with me
To a land of hope.
WOMAN, THE BEAUTIFUL SOUL ~BY SARARANI GHUMARE
There’s a world of beautiful souls in the depths
Facial appearance or character traits it affects
THE SHOES ~BY MELANIA MENDROFA
Let the room mourn;
The heavy cloud of unheard prayer and tears,
Pain and hope,
Cascaded in this somber afternoon.
WHEN WILL SHE REALIZE ~BY HEDDA JONSSON PIHL MBGY
I have seen her with my own mortal eyes,
Walking around her own castle of dread, when will she realize?
With a bailey made out of her impenetrable fright, with knights standing alert all day and all night, how could she realize?
A CRASH WAS HEARD ~BY HEDDA JONSSON PIHL MBGY
A vase in the middle of a dynamic room is bound to shatter, but if it is in one way, rather than another, would that, in the end, matter?
Would the shattered vase continue to ponder its fate even after someone has left it feeling uncared for and scattered?
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