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All acquired one moment Slipping out the next Promises once made so strong Not meant to thrive for long Mind traipsing in chaos Never braced for a face-off With the unknown that lies ahead With the rectos and versos…
Trigger Warning: Mention of death/loss. Proceeding with due discretion is advised. 1// I Don’t Know What To Do Now That I Have Lost You Can you hear me? I’ve been trying to speak to you Touch you Feel you Breathe…
Content Warning: The following piece contains content entailing general despair. Proceeding with due discretion is advised. The tears They won’t come I feel my heart Weeping But my vision, not Blurred with brine The tears They came I feel…
Trigger Warning: Mention of death/loss. Proceeding with due discretion is advised. The sky is raining; how lovely and lonely. It’s drenching the leaves, the trees, the buildings, birds, people, feelings. We’re one month on, in the middle of May.…
You are never more alive than when you are a teenager. Your brain is flushed with chemicals that can turn your life into a story of epic proportions. A good grade feels like a Pulitzer’s Prize. A lonely Saturday night…
I am tired of being competitive I want to leave this city life. Oh! The hustle and bustle here It is so peaceful there. I am talking about a place Far away from the city face. It’s a small…
I think of the life I’ve seen Over the past 17 years I didn’t always feel so blessed I didn’t always conquer my fears What can a boy of 17 do? Not much I suppose, For I’ve just learnt…
Content Warning: The content in the following piece entails the current pandemic and general despair. Proceeding with due discretion is advised. In an Italian premium restaurant, the head chef came out for a round. As people bowed and smiled looking…
Trigger Warning/Content Warning: Mention of death/loss, and content entailing the current pandemic and general despair. Proceeding with due discretion is advised. Here we are again, Back to chugging dalgona coffees And baking banana bread, Served with a side of dread.…
Everybody thought she was delighted, Her life was the mixture of a unique shade; But I knew, the tint diminished, And it was turning to fade. Her eyes could indicate the misery, That she had been hiding From the…
Trigger Warning/Content Warning: Mention of death/loss, and content entailing the current pandemic and general despair. Proceeding with due discretion is advised. In a state of crisis, You left us all alone, But I hope you’re happy now, To be on…
Content Warning: Please proceed with due discretion if you are sensitive to content that entails the current pandemic and/or general despair. It is ludicrous when someone says the end of humanity is near; answer me then — what ceased when…
Content Warning: Please proceed with due discretion if you are sensitive to content that entails the current pandemic and/or general despair. Deeper Deeper Deeper I drown, in the pool of my own darkness, of my own creation The abyss beneath it,…
Chalky, monotonous white walls, The professor talking on and on. The dim lights flicker out in the hall, Waiting for the bell to ring so I can be gone. But then certain dampness engulfs the room, The sky becomes…