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  • The Flower- poem

    Flowers. Oceans of the brightest hue of pink, Overflowing with waves of petals One over another, Each slowly falling apart As if the glue that held them together Begins to weaken.

  • Slow- poem

    Take things slow. Don’t rush Your life in hopes of reaching the end To find treasures that disappear.

  • Think

    The moment we stop thinking, we stop thriving. The moment we stop pursuing questions that haven’t been answered, ideas that haven’t been explored, notions that are out of this world: we are down to nothing. Thoughts will flood your mind and when you sit down in an empty room to think them through, you can…

  • Twinkling

    We are constantly looking back on our memories. They’re arranged in a sort of a scrapbook in our heads. With each event, we narrate a chapter of our lives; decorating each page and ending with a flourish. Only when going through our book do we realize the tiny moments that made us smile. Sometimes it…

  • Slip- poem

    This is a poem about how we forget memories. The excruciating process, which we unconsciously give in to. And the state this leaves us in.

  • Remember

    The weird thing is that no matter how much you try to remember something, you are bound to forget at least some of it. Some call it age, others call it running of RAM space in the human body, but we end up at the same conclusion. Books are forgotten, stories are half-broken, lives half-lived.…

  • Rhythm

    There are a few moments we experience that give us life. It’s the small things some of us fail to notice, but on looking back realize how much it affects us. It’s something different for everyone, but we enjoy it all the same. When you ride a bicycle properly for the first time, and after…

  • Special

    Ara loves gazing at the night sky. She would lie down under the blanket of stars, talking to her best friend Sam, wiling away time. “We’re not special, you know,” she told Sam, who kept insisting they were. “We’re not, because-“ Sam cut her off, shaking his head. “Don’t drift apart, stay here with me.…

  • Map- poem

    This is a poem about how we are astonished at time that flies. How we dream of, yet fail to pen down our journeys through life.

  • Sense- poem

    By some magicEverything fits into a huge puzzleThe whole of which is invisible to usBut we can acceptThat when imagination meets realitySense can be made. But what if somedayEverything starts to fall apartAnd we come to a pointWhen language fails to expressOur detailed thoughts and intentions When the very tool that helped us communicateWill be…