The Ramblings Of The Lost…
/…say you can’t pour from an empty cup.. I’ve been pouring from my core till the end of the root and somehow keep finding more even in the endless…
By Becca Hulen
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Auction Of Gravitas
/…encased inside the glass,
All the corners looking at me.
Sans any ignominy, I gracefully
Posed for the creator…
By Orbindu Ganga
Read MoreWhere Did She Go?
/…filled with life that I drove people insane with incessant talking…
Now I find I have nothing to say and it’s weird…
By Becca Hulen
Read MoreThe Puzzle Piece...
/... kill me quiet in the cold
I always have to fold
my lucky hand a full house
And you tell me to put ...
By Slyvia Rose
Read MoreOur First Home
/…backdoor shuddered as I slipped
through another night of searching alone.
Hannah’s tongue cut me with accusations.
If narrow crinkled eyes…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreIncumbent Narcissism
/…dysthymia that defuncts our esse,
Enervates our enthusiasm, entangles our eagerness,
Dampens every desire just to enliven pain,
Subtly subtends the swerve…
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read MoreIntrinsic Schadenfreude…
/…murk inundating my moribund brain,
Melancholia annihilating my debilitating faith,
Acrimony reigning over the veritable acumen;
Animosity emanating of the…
By Aaditaamlan Panda
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