Death is Symphony of Life

By Dr. Imbesat Syed I saw beauty in death, I saw liberation in death. I felt breath in death, I saw vision in death. I heard symphonies in death, I touched life in death, For death completes life and births life. Death is the ultimate reward, Death is the ultimate destiny. Death gives life, meaning, …

Soap Bubbles

By Michal Reiben Clouds drift on a gentle breeze in an Iris blue sky. Tree’s branches sway in the warm light wind and birds in the trees chatter. An old hag wearing a moth-eaten dress with a face like crumpled paper is sitting on a bench by the side of a playground. She’s enjoying the …

Escape

By Ian Copestick As I walk there's a pleasant, green landscape full of young flowers, and trees so old. But it doesn't encapsulate the colours in my soul. There are dark, deep blues, purples and blacks Around the edges a crimson rage. Even now, I have to hold some of it back, or it would …

Wet With Tears

By Thomas R. Bates I cannot get out of my head, Nor do I necessarily want to, The image of the one time you Wept, eyes red, wet with tears, During those last weeks of your Painfully slow decline into death. You seemed to face it and accept it So stoically without any regrets, But …

Poems by Ediney Santana

  Once there was a boy  Once there was a boy  Who couldn’t  stop writing.  His room was full of of  paper filled with  words in  blue pen.  The boy wrote on his body,  walls, house,  His mother complained,  but he continued to write.  The boy went on writing,  writing, writing.  Time passed  and all  …

“The Night That Robin Died”

By Laura Potts   I remember it best as burnt lips and black that night when the mouth of the house spat you and your terminal news out to the stars and back. Before the last evening hours had passed, flame yielding life to the ember, the crack of your ash called a duskdark September …

“Scraps of Emptiness”

By John Patrick Robbins   On another night like any other. I will pen the lines I lived once Now I bleed them alone. Fading like ink soon forgotten with time. We all have our hang ups. I know the wind can't tell stories and my soul cannot bare the complete truth. Old friends , …

Poems By J.J.Campbell

to let my youth go   i find myself staring at older black women these days   i'm not sure if it's habit   or my unwillingness to let my youth go   maybe it's all the endless dreams of my first girlfriend and where we could be now   i think part of me …

350 Seconds

By Max Worley ​It started with a bump. The oxygen masks tumbled out of their hidden alcove in the storage bins above the seats. The left engine sputtered and died before my eyes as I looked out the window. I leaned forward anxiously, then relaxed; I’d heard that planes are designed to be able to …

Alarm Clock

By George Ashford His alarm clock is beeping. Just like every other morning for the past few years, Alex is overcome by half second stress response learned from being rudely awakened at an ungodly hour by the same noise every day. A rush of blood through his veins, a brief moment of adrenaline before he has …