by Jane Aguiar He choose to lean into her alwayscoz, she was the only one in his thoughts Even though, there is nothing in their minds,his mind pulled him closer to her always so… he couldn’t forget her smelleven after the breakupand he tooka piece of her skirtbefore they left each otherand permanently placed iton… Leer más Life seems to be o’er…
by Dawn Pisturino Here in the USA, May brings spring showers, happy, colorful flowers, and an important national holiday—Mother’s Day. But how did it all begin? On May 12, 1907, Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia held a unique memorial service for her departed mother in Grafton, West Virginia. This simple act of devotion started a trend that… Leer más Happy Mother’s Day from the USA
by Gina Maria Manchego His words were like diamonds resting on his tongue.He spoke of millionaire’s riches in true adoration currency.Into my mouth they fell between kisses.I lip read his sentiment syllable as they emigrated.Each sentence like sparkling gems on my taste buds.I mulled around ‘I need you,’ and ‘I love you,’On my palate until it… Leer más Earl Grey
by Lynn White There were no new stories thenthough everything was happeningnothing was happening so nothing to saynothing to tellno gossipface to facelit up with smilesthe smiles were missinghidden away with the mouesand other cluesof warmth and welcomeor icy distaste. The fires inside ushad been dousedput outflattened as we skated around each other.Unseen ice is dangerousso… Leer más Missing
by Richard M. Ankers There’s the moments when I close my eyes. The moments when life catches me off guard. Moments when the darkness peels apart like the rind of an orange, clinging together in spirals, not letting go, wobbling. They gather. I’m overwhelmed. They can’t be shaken, these moments of once bliss. I’m haunted by… Leer más Moments
by Bogdan Dragoș all right,that sounded like good advice Put your room in order firstand then your thoughts Sure He started looking around the roomfor things that wereto be thrown and things that weremisplaced There were a few There was a broken snowboardon his bedIt had the image of a naked girlpainted along he slept with… Leer más Cave of forgotten gods
by Petru Racolța If you want a pure love,Close your eyes when you fall in loveWithout seeing what the person looks like,Just a suitable soul to hit upon. Appearance can be a trap,A beauty that blinds you,But after you know that personFeel the admiration melt away. When you want to be fair in choosingDon’t use your… Leer más Close your eyes when you fall in love
by Iulia- Florentina Paciurea I keep on reading about the new trend: you don’t need much Maths if you want to become a painter, a doctor or a fisherman. In my opinion (I passed from Cybernetics to writing fiction novels), it is totally wrong! Mathematics helps to form synapses and neural connections. To solve a Maths… Leer más About healthy Maths
by Daniela Topîrcean I was living in a painful phase shiftI was with my head in the cloudswhen upside down,when in the pastwhen at presentwhen with shiverswalking the thorny roadof love. We just had unspoken words –I wanted not to forgetof the holy ones. We were both poorwe only had tabs,just booksravaged by the windonly our… Leer más Between Heaven and Earth
by Tea Solon she drags her heavy feettoward sonrisa her hands veil thosevisceral fissures, a brook gushing scarlet waterfrom obliterated vows. the raindrops can no longerwipe away her severed tears so she looks to the oceanfor a spite of panacea. only after a tedious scoreof changing seleno he happened like how urushi with rice flourbinds broken… Leer más Kintsugi
by Miriam Costa The reflection in the river…. mirroring the yellow of the sun…. which hits right in the middle, where our shadows together no longer appear…. here the healing begins, through the effect that the smile and the skin bring. So, I get rid of the rest that is no longer up to me to… Leer más The cure
by Jane Aguiar You’re affectionate loverand I will love you Will you believe me? Will you love me? Just like, “I love you “with all my heart and soul In any situation,If you’re by my sideeverything will go smoothly “Yeah, I believe that” Everything is not in our hands,but at leasta little is in our… Leer más We will meet again to rejoice…
by Rana Shadows have gone dark, the doors have slammed hardFootsteps have hollow sounds, clouds had not been loud The rhythm of my life muddled along with my dreams crashedYou were never mine, and I’m stranger to this so-called crowd Eminent imperfections yielding off guard yet the hell againTormenting wows and egos to the wonders of… Leer más Burned Man
by Gina Maria Manchego The dismissal cumulus clouds hung heavy and full. Mother Nature was pregnant with the silence of winter. We held hands tightly, fingers crossed that the end wouldn’t hurt too much. To have our beginning we had to endure another goodbye. The world knew not to infringe on our final moments, we were… Leer más Snow Angel
by Dawn Pisturino Springtime struggles to surviveThe clasping arms of winter,Stirring up the homey-hiveAnd bringing forth the flower. She hastens to restore the sun:The melting snows recede;And when the sap begins to run,The worm returns to feed. A flock of sparrows in the sky;A big, red-breasted robinPerched to catch a passing fly,His little heart a-throbbin’.… Leer más Springtime
by Richard M. Ankers Frozen. This world stands apart from the one I remember. It’s as if I fell asleep and awoke to somebody else’s dream. Reality has changed. Topaz, citrine, and gold have vanished. They’ve expunged every last hint of warmth from the life our parents’ promised. Cold. This world freezes my marrow and rattles… Leer más Blue
by Lynn White I know what Poe said,but can the ravenreally call ‘nevermore’.I have heard many a ‘caw’ from the crowsand ‘jacks’ from the jackdaws.And I have heard many a raven call,but never anevermore.‘Never say never’,maybe says Poe.But ‘naw’, say the crows.‘Cack’, say the jackdaws.There’s never anevermore. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com Peakpx
by Bogdan Dragoș It’s not often that youmeet a girlwith the name of Ice Her name was literallyIce “Why not Snow?” he asked. “Whynot Snow White?” She showed a smile ofher own inreply,but it was a sad smile “Has to do with my birth,”she said.“I made my mother very coldas I came out. Very coldindeed.” “What… Leer más Ice
by Iulia- Florentina Paciurea There are a lot of mass-published books, written in a few weeks, with a single storyline, without well-defined characters. I admit that only the years of work, the books already published and my perseverance enhanced me. I still have a lot to learn. If you read only to relax, on the… Leer más There «is more»
by Petru Racolța The poet’s soul,Burden of feelingsWhat is getting easier-slowlyOnly through burning lyrics. The poet’s heart,Of many longings-tried,It would launch into a duetWith another one lonely. The poet’s thoughts,Of dreams possessed,Avoid concrete livingAnd they cannot be deciphered. The poet’s loves,Expressed euphorically,Never concretelyAlways, metaphorically. The poet’s fate,Unceasing tumult,Epithets-in a notebook,Thought-provoking. https://racoltapetru6.wordpress.com Peakpx
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