POETRY

By Yuvaan My pains! My chains! My Games! My blames! You knew it all! Not even a spot you forgot to wipe out Let alone

By Pasithea Chan Filter, filter, makes you a trendsetter hiding the fact that you’re much older. Sticker and glitter to show you matter lest you

By Pasithea Chan Culture or clutter, torture or fracture words with lots of components to factor. Between real and actor receiver and doer; cultures are

By poetic hans I feel guilty, I feel guilty of hiding the truth, My pockets filled with apologies, Ready for disposal whenever my mistakes are

I feel guilty,I feel guilty of hiding the truth,My pockets filled with apologies,Ready for disposal whenever my mistakes are revealed,Trying to negotiate solutions with fictionIts

We grew on different treesBearing hurt and maybes.Until one day our leavesTouched and nothing could appeaseOur desire to live as we please. Years went by

I stand at the edge of life, madness eclipsed to my mind, I struggle to smile, to hide a bitter smitten heart, I want to

The chilly Sunday morning had my brain unorderly,Struggling with my subconscious on what to do,Contemplating on whether to go to church or skip,And later on

I look at her and my stomach flips anxiously,My brain cells stop working for a bit, and my heart,It’s too busy drumming in my ears

Endings. Happy or sad, they are certain and definite, Every story must have an ultimate ending but then, Happy or not is decided for by