Listen

Listen, by Pavithra Prabhu

Listen, by Pavithra Prabhu

I think I know why we grew so quiet.
They cut half-way through our sentences
Only to incorrectly complete it.

How do you claim to know us?
When we don’t understand
Our emotions, directions, and
All these sensations
Running through our bodies.

We are standing here
Trying to confront you,
But you simply, incorrectly complete our sentence.

I think I know why we grew quiet as a mouse.
A mouse in a neatly cut hole in the wall.
Because they didn’t respond when
We gathered up our heart strings,
Held it up as a mic.
Only to resounded the crickets
And the static in the hollow of our hearts.

I think I know why we grew so quiet.
Because part of what we speak is wrong.
Our thoughts are the same sides of two magnets,
Repelling.
As giant five-year-olds we were fascinated,
Forcing the two to stay.
The defiant, rebellious force
No longer fascinating,
We grew quiet.

Because we are wrong and you are right.
I ask,
What is right and what is left
In the circle of life?

I think I know why we grew so quiet.
Because all we needed was a pair of eyes
To look into our souls.
A pair of ears.
All filters removed.
A heart so big, it could shelter us both.
And our mouths, to never plead,
‘Listen’.

<strong>Pavithra Prabhu</strong>
Pavithra Prabhu

A happy accident called, catharsis introduced me to the many branches of writing but mainly to poetry. The more I wrote, the lighter I felt. I shook all the weight off my shoulders until I felt the clouds under my feet.

I believe we must write for ourselves whether you earn from it or not, it can save your soul as art truly does.

Nowadays, I preferably write to learn new things through blogging, to relive experiences, to understand human emotions, and at times write cathartically through poetry.
I’m curious to know where this adventure would take me next.

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Blood Oranges

Blood Oranges, by Melaney Lara

Blood Oranges, by Melaney Lara

Blood Oranges

I met a man
Amongst orange trees
And rain dripping down leaves onto my tongue
He filled me fast with love and excitement
Overflowing cups of tea, coffee, kisses
Oh, how I miss your arms wrapped around me in winter time.
What are holidays without you
Can I escape with you once more
Start all over and bleed into my soul
Cut deep and let crimson love seep into one another
Again
I met a man
Once
Amongst orange trees
And tears running down my face onto my hands
I’d give anything to feel brand new
Again
With you
💋

Melaney Lara

My name is Melaney and I’m from the wild city of San Bernardino, CA. I’m 26 years old and I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember.

My hobbies consist of writing, drinking coffee, experimenting with makeup, cuddling my kids, and exploring YouTube.

My main focus for writing is love, heartbreak, and the strength it takes to be a hopeless romantic. I hope to one day put all my writing in a book, but until then I’ll just record my words in my journals.

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Love Error

Love Error, by Liz Carranza

Love Error, by Liz Carranza

Love Error

And that’s where I went wrong in love.
I tried to find love in every single soul I crossed paths with when I should have searched for love within myself.

First Generation, by Liz Carranza

First Generation

It hurts me to know my parents are embarrassed by their level of education compared to mine.
They came to this country with nothing. All they ever desired was for their future children to succeed and have the best education possible.
It breaks my hurt to know my education has drifted me away from my padres queridos.
It breaks my hurt to know my goals and dreams have created this insecurity.
I’ll always feel guilty about this.

<strong>Liz Carranza</strong>
Liz Carranza

Writer living in San Francisco. My writing pieces are about my personal struggles with depression and anxiety, as well as people who brought out impactful emotions or experiences in my life. If I’m not writing I’m hanging out with friends or petting random dogs I encounter. My goal with writing is to be true to myself, share my stories, and to let people know you’re never alone.

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She by Chrystal Wanstall

She, a poem by Chrystal Wanstall

‘She should not come,
They whispered meekly.
‘She’ll not be welcomed,’
They smiled sweetly.

A gift unwanted from the start,
Cursed and tainted,
She claimed her mother’s heart.

‘She’ll have no identity,’
They forewarned.
‘She’ll not belong here,’
They deplored.

‘Let it be and see,’
Her mother said with care,
‘She who will be, will be.’

She’ll be lacking.
She’ll be unloved.
She’ll be…
She’ll be… alone.

They went on and on until morn’s first light,
And with her final breath,
Her mother rose up with all her might.

‘She will come.’
Her voice rumbled.
‘She’ll not be defined by your labels.’
The earth trembled.

‘She’ll break free from the sins of her forefathers.’
They all fell silent.
‘She’ll raise your children as her own.’
They bowed their heads in that final moment.

She had become She,
And She would be loved.
For the cycle will go on and on.

<strong>Chrystal Wanstall</strong>
Chrystal Wanstall

Chrystal Wanstall lives in the beautiful county of Yorkshire UK where she is working on her debut poetry collection, The Colours of You and Me. A book of love dedicated to the love she is yet to meet.

When she’s not weaving dreams, she is working on healing others, studying Reiki and using her natural gifts and wisdom to help those that cross her path by happy coincidence.
I can be found on Instagram @c.s.wanstall

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Doused Flames

Doused Flames, by David Smith

Doused Flames

Your love set fire to my heart
and we danced within the flames
Our love was burnt away to ashes
but that fire will forever remain…

Your love doused out my fire
my tears fell down on the flames
The ashes of love we had
my future swept it away…

Upside Down Backwards

Upside Down Backwards, by David Smith

How can I fly so high
but at the same time feel so low…
I’m standing tall
but I always stumble then fall…
My door of emotion was opened to you
but that same door you walked out of…
That reign of love you served to me
but I didn’t deserve the teary downpour

<strong>David Smith</strong>
David Smith

Hello all! Firstly, my name is David Smith
I am a 34 year young male from sunny Liverpool in the U.K.

My main reason for my writing was at first an outlet for me to offload some weight on my shoulders. I began gradually writing more and quickly realised it helped me a lot to say what I needed to say put in ink form.

These words mean more to me because everything written or told is 100% me, bare, honest and real, there’s no specific genre to my writing/poetry. I see it more as every feeling we have had/felt… I write it.

When somebody comments of how it resonates with them on a personal level, I feel I’ve touched at least one person with my words and my story.

Feel free to follow my journey on Instagram: @wordsfrom1985 

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Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse, by Tanisha Bhatia

Lunar Eclipse, by Tanisha Bhatia

Lunar Eclipse

An aureate ink pot
lies beside my hot cup of tea,
I dip my quill
and form prints of
treacly melody,
he asks me if I’ve been up all night
I nod and give the letter,
the wind blew furiously and clouds enshrouded the moon in night sky,
I couldn’t find warmth
but my heart burnt like fire,
so I spent my time
musing all night,
but today will be different
because the moon has arrived,
my moon has arrived.

Tanisha Bhatia

I am a seventeen-year-old, a native of a country where spirituality meets science, India. Currently, I‘m a senior studying in Jesus & Mary School, Shimla. My hobbies include sharing poetry, stories, art and music, entwined with ardour, over cups of hot drinks, and intermittently performing classical dance.

I write to express the thoughts otherwise frozen in a tapestry-like mind and connect with souls. I believe the human race in diversified forms is conducive for aesthetic pleasure, embracing each other’s psyche and heart.
You can find me here on Instagram: @_tanisha_bhatia_

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Hope

Hope

Hope, a poem by Maheen Fatima

Hope

I stand there,
My back against the wall.
My eyes searching for a miracle
that would prevent me from falling.

Broken several times,
Yet I search for hope.
Maybe there’s a light to this darkness.
A torch in this lightless room.
I wonder, where’s my destiny?
I ponder, where’s the way out?

Clueless I stroll,
A fake smile on my face.
Is this world a problem
Or am I unsolved?
My endless questions will begin,
Hoping for someone who’d be answering them.

As loud as I’ll yell
I know the more I’ll be unwell.
Totally scattered, I’ll begin
To question my existence again.

I tried to change anew
Their typical thinking way.
My result would be despair, I knew.
My attempt went astray.
Clueless I stroll,
A fake smile on my face.
Is this world a problem
Or am I unsolved?

Seems like I’m living in a place where being a girl is a crime.
Ignored as a helmet, dismissed as a toy.
They say they love me,
But I don’t believe.

My interests, my goals, remain unvalued.
I’m convinced to leave.
Every ladder, I said I climbed for you.
You said, “Nope, not for me, it isn’t true.
You really don’t trust in what I do to have you.

Enough! Now I can’t really satisfy you.
Clueless I strolled,
Wearing a fake smile.
Now I realize,
The problem’s neither the world nor me,
Those are just the people messing around.

Ones that should be left to be chased by my hound.
I will start to let all of it go.
Because I just can’t hold this mess anymore.

Now I pledge, I pledge that each time I’ll break.
I’ll come out stronger and for no one’s sake.
I will prove who I am.
Because I know, I can be no less than my own champ!

Maheen Fatima

I am a 14-year-old poet and a blogger from Karachi, Pakistan. Since I am 14, I am a regular student in a middle school in my city and I do not have any job.

Writing is the only thing I am interested in and that is my hobby. I try to write as well as possible, and try to create the best pieces of writing. I am not really writing a book, but I look forward to writing a fictional novel, later when I’m almost finished with my studies.

You can follow her work on Instagram: @maheen.writes

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She Built a Wall

She Built a Wall, by Ashley Thompson

She Built a Wall, by Ashley Thompson

She built a Wall
One after another
Until she built a box

There she stays
Stored away
Without any doors or locks

No one cares to figure her out
Who cares what she’s all about

Her only company
Her cries and screams
Because she can’t get out

Love Is

Love Is, by Ashley Thompson

Love is a blessing, Love is a curse
Love can be better, Love can be worse
Love can make you rich, Love can leave you broke
Love can be the punchline, Love can be the joke
Love can be as cool and refreshing as iced tea
Love can be robust like wine
Love is to choice, as back is to spine
Love is a rebel that crosses the line
Love can be angelic, Love can be demonic
Love is a drug that makes us all a bit moronic

Ashley Thompson

I reside in Topeka, Kansas. I’m a homemaker devoted to my son and spending time with family.

My focus for writing began in my teens and into my adult life as a creative outlet to relieve stress and express my innermost thoughts.

Readers can follow me on Instagram: @ashrthompson1

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An Unconventional Date

An Unconventional Date, a poem by Tejashri Pathak

An Unconventional Date

One fine evening they both met
Strangers to each other

She was a delicious blend
Of sultry hot and dark
With an unforgettable taste

The moment poet’s lips
Tasted her for the first time
A creativity residing within
Started oozing out smoothly

Towards the end of their date
Poet felt an instant burst of energy
An exquisite parting gift from her

<strong>Tejashri Pathak</strong>
Tejashri Pathak

Tejashri Pathak an electronics engineer by day and an accidently turned poet. Her journey to walk on the route started by scribbling some words in her journal.

She belongs to a small town from Maharashtra state in India.She always enjoyed the company of books. She has completed her Masters in Engineering and worked as an assistant professor in an engineering college.

While writing the research papers and her project thesis she realised she could do something with words but it took her 3 years to actually start creating poetry. She loves to convey raw emotions through poetry.

Currently, she is planning to publish a book of her poems and her future plans include writing a fiction novel. She has an Instagram account where she shares her creations: @soul_lost_in_poetry_

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Bloom

Bloom, written by Haikal Sean

Bloom, written by Haikal Sean

Bloom

Learn to leave things as they are.
In the unaltered, you will find beauty and authenticity.

If you pluck a flower, it dies and ceases to be what you love. Beauty is lost the moment you try to change it.

Know that when the flower is ready, it will bloom. People are no different.

Haikal Sean


My name is Haikal Sean. I’m from Singapore.
Aside from writing, I enjoy reading and mediating. I’ve always been interested in psychology and philosophy because it deals with the human condition.

My writings are very much centred on this theme. While I regard writing as a creative outlet, I also see it as a way to connect with others by talking about the things that matter to all of us.

I am currently publishing a book that will feature a collection of my writings. You can follow me on Instagram @haikalsean for all my works! :)

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