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»It Hurts«

by Clem Squeeza Bee Mdue, Nov 16, 2018

It hurts, / So much that the pain has become too prominent to hide / Too unbearable to even forge a smile / / I can literally feel the ruptures resulting from my heart break / I can hear the nerves ripping apart / What remains are ruins of what used to be my heart, a heart that used to love / / Why do I… read more »

»Millennial Age«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Nov 9, 2018

We freely give love / but we do not love / ourselves. Constantly / trying to fit and align / ourselves with society, but / we never align our internal / being. Judgmental and willing / not to understand each other. / Amassing wealth seems to be the / shared dream. Spiritual growth and the / opening of the… read more »

»Truth Should Be Said«

by Mahlatse Bruce, Oct 9, 2018

To the whole nations, / Truth should be said. / Who should be the truth all about? / The truth about the death of Jesus Christ. / Son of Mariah and Joseph. / Born to strive, Born to survive. / Born to praise, Born to save. / He said live and I shall die your death, / For his name to be praised. / Die and you… read more »

»I, Benevolent.«

by Sbulelo Sbonelo Mahlangu, Oct 9, 2018

…The earth still sees beauty in what kills it, / And those wicked priests, I pray for them! / There were others who cried the same tears, / Begged more from empty eyes… / The earth still sees beauty in what kills it. / ‘Jump, jump!’ / Their voices throbbed as the drums of war, / So grand a song… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Sep 24, 2018

The very existence of my being lays dormant / as I look at my present through my past. I / visualize the images of my past failures / in my mind. / / With every fiber of my being, I ache and long / for the truth I so dearly deserve. My reflection / seen through a thousand shattered pieces of a mirror… read more »

»I Question«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Sep 24, 2018

Dreams I dearly chase / perish right in from of my / eyes. Thoughts that enrich / my mind are poor and are never / on pen and paper. Unfortunately / procrastination has full control of me. / Exorcism of the spirit and the demon / on my mind. / / Do my words flow so sweet / and gentle in ones soul that is… read more »

»Mind Caliber: Heartbreak«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Sep 24, 2018

Locked and Loaded. / / You came along, we laughed, we kissed / and we cried together. We danced, we touched / and made love to each other. / / You made me cum. And we made each other / pretend that we are both in love. Maybe that / could have been the dilemma. You left me and / took my heart as well. I… read more »

»Monsters Under My Bed!«

by Aiswarya Mohan, Sep 20, 2018

There are monsters under my bed, / I don’t believe they are fake, / As I know their pain as I know mine! / / There are monsters under my bed, / And they are very, very real! / / There is a monster of Love there, / A monster of Lust! / May be a monster of Hatred, / A little one of Greed, Jealousy and / A… read more »

»I will always remember«

by Jamal Abboud, Aug 24, 2018

I will always remember, / to persuade myself to forget, / something of random regret, / for ancient images still linger. / / Distilled from dreams of days, / When I was silent and younger, / creeping dearly to be a stranger, / Thinking I decided novel ways, / / Images those meddle duly in vain, / To bring… read more »

»When you Whisper«

by Jamal Abboud, Aug 24, 2018

The word, the same word you often whisper, / Takes me where sweet dreams murmur, / Analyzed all in the heart, I eagerly listen, / And thoughts of pleasant days never lessen, / And pulses of warm sighs in mind glisten, / Swifter than passionate stormy guesses, / Haunted by the joy the heart never misses,… read more »