the dots are slowly disconnecting I can see it coming now the register jams more often did I do that and why...or how? 'yes, you told me that remember...?' but it's okay everything is fine the signs are now clear this creeping fear the foggy mist of my decline the familiar sound of the 2 o'clock train snaps me out of my hazy state I move to the...

Let the Spanish Inquisition fall upon your hips, and your feet move like gunshots in the night. Let your breath escape as laughter while your whirlwind waist twists and twirls. You're so fucking free, and it shows in the way that you don't ever miss a step. I've heard music, but this was the first time I saw what her face looked like.

Oh! Dear shattered mirror Your shards agglutinated together, Birth rainbows of dissimulate Between the breaches of reality. …mirror…mirror… …my debilitated glint, I gaze, I gaze.

Woah be the dark clouds For they steel the souls of the ever happy, It must be wrong They all have run away from thee, We all must be happy And fake smile with glee Fear not, you of sleeve worn heart, You are not alone, Just as thunder storms grow flowers And volcanic ash brings fertile soil Your dark clowns inspires showers Of new ideas, and new...

They call her a voice of brown pain, But we’ve heard louder cries, from fields soaked in sacrifice, from mothers who buried sons, not metaphors. They sold us short, for lowercase lines and over-capitalized lies— as if formatting could mask the absence of truth. She speaks of lands she never walked, names wounds she never bore, calls for borders...

Gaurav Kundi, a father, 42, Drunk one night, walking out, no clue, A minor argument with his wife, Just like any couple in daily life. But to the police, it was “domestic strife,” Dragged him to the street, no cause to believe, He screamed, "I didn’t do anything!" She begged, “Please, leave him, we’re just talking.” His wife filmed, terrified and...

In the quiet depth of a restless mind, Where paths diverge, and choices unwind, A heart that loves with quiet fire, But knows the cost of deep desire. A boy, now man, of humble dreams, Chasing ideals, chasing unseen streams— Duty calls, a distant shore, Yet love whispers, forever more. But love, a force both vast and free, Brings with it both...

I wasn’t meant to meet you there, Just smoke in the air and those tall chairs. A barbecue I attended on a whim, A laugh, a glance, a game to win. You weren’t part of the plan at all, Just someone I noticed amidst them all. And somehow—maybe just the sun— I found the nerve to talk to someone. I might have seemed a bit held back, Not cold, just not...

O' stray souls of the street, Whose bones ache and hearts bleed, I see you there—waiting, Unseen, unnamed, forgotten, As the gods of this land feast, And you, you wait for scraps, Your hunger a prayer unanswered. O' faithful friend, eyes sunken like forgotten wells, Your fur matted with neglect, Legs trembling, as if each step Is a prayer to the...

He's bitter like the fallen citrus lying under the beating sun, Take a bite and wash it down with the hose water from the nearby church. He's familiar as the never ending days and sand spurs in your sandy feet, Wipe off the sweat, bite your lip and pluck them out again. He clings like the muggy air, a suffocating warmth, Sit down to...

I’m crying, I’m screaming so loud, Hoping to hear a shout for help, Or even a sound, So I know it’s not just me in this loneliness, Why has my brain fallen into the abyss? All I need is help , but what help can I get, For this loud screaming voice in my head, It enters my chest, Making me cry a river of sadness, my last normal breath becoming...

If only I could live, Live within my dreams, I’d be buried and bound, Down, beneath the seams. Stretching out my sleep, So sin is seldom seen. With My Eyes sewn shut So nothing slips between. Making a mere nightmare, A Rare sight to see, So why would I want to Leave? Since I am living the dream.