It’s the Little Things – Editorial

It’s the little things, like having a dream. Not in the broad sense of some grand hope for your life, but in the literal sense of dreaming while you sleep.

de Molay

In the tincture of sullen mist,
Rises the faint cry, man bound…

The Single Step

Ak’wian struggled to understand the duality represented by the Yin and Yang.

The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

My Two Hands

The air hangs like a traitor,
Motionless and well dead,
A raucous silence…

Every Good Deed

A million gaping mouths,
Clamoring to be fed,
Many worthy causes,
Pulling a single thread…

With

Who,
Who else,
Who else will,
If not yourself…

Act

Stand not idly by and watch,
Whispering words in wishes,
Wanted given in little prayers,
When action seen capricious…

Speaking of Karma

Speak not in anger,
For words can cut deep,
And what we do sow,
We certainly reap…

To Be King

Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life