Ice dark (the world is dreaming).

lie across the taurobolium at the motherless spring without feeling, without breath; pale mulberries infiltrate the wind in ice dark of obscured dreams by the sea-green void, vanishing by the surf, as the fresh dew slumbers in the whiteness of morning exorcised with twigs of the dying trees.  flicker with the nightly, strange sea, the […]

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“Through The Screen” by The Anonymous One.

She messages meMy eyes light upAnd I respond as fast as I canAnd the message is receivedI see the word “typing”And I spring with joyAs our conversation flourishesInto a beautiful realityA universe, if you willOf true happinessAs I remember,I can only speakBut not touchAs she is behind the screen.

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“Fight Again” by Anonymous.

I lay on the ground, my body coldAs I can feel my soul lose its holdI try to get up, but fallUselessDefeatedI let my soul loosen its gripAs I fallFall deeperBut then I remembered everythingI remember why I’m doing thisWho I’m fighting forWhy I’m doing thisWhat I’m doingSo I pull my soul back inLetting it […]

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“Potpourri” by Ivor Steven.

I have a visiting bluebirdStanding in my potpourri bowlBathing in aromatic leavesSinging a reverieAbout her dying treeAnd I join in, with her plea“Trees are the air we breathFeeding us food and seedNourishing land and seaPlease let us grow and breed.” In the morning mistBeside the potpourri dishThere, the bluebird is lyingI see her sad eyes […]

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bloom.

Desert, her eyes are morsels to the jasmine and roses once grown from her wrists, between the flowers in each white finger, whilst the moon falls, leaves barefoot in winter,     deserved for posturing an abyss  this dance, like an atramentous sea; woman to the ebb and flow  of flower bedded lips to firstborn […]

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“A Five Year-Old” by Don Matthews.

A five year-old was diagnosedwith terminal cancer The adults wept and wailed The child could not understandWhy are you weeping and wailing? The adults could not understandWhy are you not afraid? Because I am going to a placeI’ve never been before I’m excited. This is based on a true story I heard on the radio […]

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“Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.

Harms can be healed by pills How to heal the harms of soul? Remedy is precious yet free Used least wisely yet widely It’s… The magic of “Words” Words can touch and sooth the soul Words can heal others and self Words can do miracles Words can move mountains of miseries Let’s just not be […]

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“Daydream” by C. Wesley Tanner.

Dancing in the night, you and I, And laughing in delight. You only recently became a Daydream but have always been here, Running beside me as I Escape the reality around me, And chase the dreams that Mock my deepest fears. Not my most brilliant piece of work, but hey, writing this poem inspired two […]

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“Episodes of Distress” by Kevin Davis.

I’m fat, I’m big, I’m huge, I’m dark, I’m lean, I’m skinny, I’m subtle too, terms of comparison seems irrational Earth is diverse ranges in color, creed, ethnic, and race. We distinguish ourselves as an outcome of minute peculiar change. But end up Emphasizing condescension on all antonyms. Did you ever ponder the implication of […]

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Variant Literature Magazine Publication.

Hello everyone. I have three published poems (“To Accede Into My Own Desires”, “Deep in my Heart”, and “Beneath”) in Variant Literature magazine, specifically in their Second Chance Anthology. My poems are credited under my pseudonym Ellie Onka. You can either order the anthology here or read the free PDF instead. You can find my […]

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“Ballade for the Ultimate Seeker” by Stavyah.

Like the Sun that shines, radiating bright light, a guru disseminates thoughts lofty and wise. Using his power, directness, and mystical might, pulls you out of every single and dangerous vice. Get closer to your guru, feel the spiritual rise, an elevation that could get you to the worlds beyond; but if you utter untruths […]

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“Patience Ignites” by Benyin.

Groomed with anchors of girth in youth, Pierced from the centre; a silver in the rough Native fires brimming in her heart Like an imago, queuing birth. My lives are a mystery and everynow, here! I’m a gem of promise, Often a want, amidst the midst of sufferings. A potent of the earth, wafted of […]

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“Story” by Elle Wilson.

Story Once upon a time Is how stories usually begin Promising adventures In worlds unknown Even though it’s just paper Markings And ink It can take you across the world And back In time for dinner Pull out a flashlight For late at night Get hooked on the characters And love them  And cry for […]

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out of reach.

A wish, these solitudes in dark wept, midnight                exits in a dream, torturing you; emerges      in oceans, as if the face of the sea-light                is in a trance of wander, a dark mind urges       this end of game; the half-lit stretch devours death quietly in hyacinth winter as we left;                […]

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“Yes You Can” by Satyen Hombali.

Yes you can Cut off my tongue But no you can’t Stifle the songs unsung Of my seared soul Yes you can Cut off my hand But no you can’t Ignore the demand Of my sinewy stump Yes you can Cut off my legs But no you can’t Sever the steely pegs Of my rebel […]

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“Independence” by Martin The Poet.

I’m just going to push the boat out,spit some words and mess about.That’s what I love about writing,when you start out you have no idea what to talk about.Then words just appear out of thin air,with flare, with the power of a prayer. Single words can lead to warfareor they can take you from little […]

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“I still exist!” by Offshore Writer.

When I was still waiting for you, you called me to say “Let’s break up!” I thought you were playing a prank on me; But it was the worst I felt when you really meant it. I am cursing myself, it shouldn’t be in my fate! You had reasons to quit me, but I have […]

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“Closed Eyes” by Navnidhi Vyas.

She must be a queen of innocent eyesShe must’ve sweet smell of incenseShe must be a stunning beautyShe must be a quiet music of all your poetry. But she chose her own path, not with you, might be with someone elseI’m sure you must’ve helped her in that alsoAnd masked your scratched, bleeding heart with […]

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His eyes.

Leopard’s paws white like scolecite stones faceted to fingernails to the death of the wild, a resemblance to a beast, a blaze of light, and to the gods, their hand in life and death; feral blood, extinction, a feeling of a dream in crystal architect reading the skylight, gathering life in the leaves during the […]

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Forgotten (to silence).

Stare at the ceiling, I am an afterthought, dreams cast forgotten memories in twilight’s tongue rivaling alone the silence of the world that pretends to be still, when it’s fucking not; I wake in the room alone, I intend to sleep; in weakness, the oeuvre is loneliness as it slips bloodily on begotten words undefined […]

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