Infidelity//

As the train moves And I force myself to sleep I can’t help but think, How it would have been  If you didn’t make me  A victim of infidelity  If you didn’t scar my soul  And be thrilled about it  If you didn’t ignore me  And not feel a thing about it And how it…

Build or break?//

When you kiss me, I feel untamed electricity move across my veins, numbing me out. You fill my lungs but make me weak in my knees. Were you trying to build me up or break me down? *Image source: Tumblr   By Anjana Kameswari Read more texts by this author

The way things aren’t but should be

It used to be easier, but there were so many things around me that couldn’t stay the same and it all became louder. There were people telling me what to say and reminding me of things I haven’t realized yet. Only when I write that I am able to listen to my thoughts clearer. What if…

Purely Out Of Talent

“In time you’ll learn…You must find happiness right where you are.” Moana, Where You Are. By Lin-Manuel Miranda and Mark Mancina. There’s this teacher who doesn’t really like me, and although she may not like me very much, there is this one phrase that this person says that has always stuck with me: Hard work…

About you..

It was never about the moment. It was always about the ones after that. The feeling when we’d end our day and go our separate ways. The way i missed you with every step, when barely you even turned around. The way your touch still lingered on me., the way i smelled of your cologne….

Heartbeat

If  i could be anything other than me, I’d be your heartbeat..   By Anjum Choudhary Read more texts by this author

Crisis is…

Crisis is a cradle for crafts. Craft is a life full of energy. Cradles are made for people. Craft and create a crib. Create and craft with a nib. Creep and croak with your sib. Crisis cracks crooks. Cradles create crops. Crosses cradle creeds. By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author

The world.

Look at the widow, tell me what you see. You probably see the same things that you have been seeing for years. You see anxiety, stress and people who are terrified from time. I loved time, I have always had it as a way to free myself. Like the times the sunlight endured my heavy…

Extraordinary

Crave the kind of love where you feel the need, the want, in your bones. Beneath all that flesh. Between the ribs, rushing in your veins; pumping trough the vaults of your heart, pounding in your chest, throbbing in your brain. Crave the kind of love that ignites a spark in dead eyes yet calms…

To sum up

Everything has changed since the last time I knew things where going to change. I haven’t read in a long time and its absurd but I feel further from myself, as if I left everything behind because I knew I had to move on. I always knew that with change good things came along but…

Nexus

All of us, our eyes closed, we walk dreaming, daring to play with fire without burning. Meanwhile, the incandescent fire, while nonexistent, flames internally, moronities murmuring. Because the invisibly impalpable, while doubtful, grows vehemently without abstaining. But the impossible control, while irritable, prevents sturdily the heart from frightening. By: Arianna Frencia (Italy/Eritrea) Author of Letras &…

Today’s Thoughts..

To all the women out there: “You are strong, you are brave, you are fighter don’t look for anything as hope or trust, not from anyone for anything, keep going and walk for self, someday someone will automatically enter in your life who will be anonymous to you, but your heart will find him after…