What do I seek in this world, so wide, An understanding of truth, with nothing to hide? Yet all that I see are hatred and lies, A sea of deceit beneath open skies. I long for depth, for a soul that's true, But replies come in words of flesh, not view. I say shallowness makes AI better, But transactions and materialism grow more inferior, Hatred and...

here once was a man named Googly Gav , Who had a rather curious craft. He'd cackle with glee and grin like a loon, While sticking on eyes ‘neath the light of the moon. Not on his walls or a garden gnome's hat— No, Gav had ambitions far bolder than that. He’d march to the mirror, pants ‘round his knees, And say, “Let’s give the lads some...

If you and I, we could walk together, along the river banks, in the night— maybe even twilight, where nothing else exists, and neither of us knows how to swim, yet we cling to the banks, honoring the boundaries that separate dry from wet. And afloat we set, on walking boats, looking in the mirror— the eyes, that were never ours. I search for...

When my words are silent, calm, and still, Inside, chaos bends to my will. Thoughts clash like waves in a stormy sea, Fighting to break and set me free. I wish I could decode what you hide, But some secrets are better denied. Too much to grasp, too much to know, Sometimes, it’s best just to let go. Cada cabeza es un mundo," my dad would say,...

In the silence of the fleeting hour, When words were soft, and hearts were flowers, We stood at the edge of something real, But time had its grip, and we couldn’t heal. You sat with a shy, tender grace, A laugh in your eyes, a smile on your face, We danced in the space between hello and goodbye, Where the heart spoke truths that the lips could...

the dots are slowly disconnecting I can see it coming now the register jams more often did I do that and why...or how? 'yes, you told me that remember...? but it's okay everything is fine' the signs are now clear this creeping fear the foggy mist of my decline the familiar sound of the 2 o'clock train snaps me out of my hazy state I move to the...

Let the Spanish Inquisition fall upon your hips, and your feet move like gunshots in the night. Let your breath escape as laughter while your whirlwind waist twists and twirls. You're so fucking free, and it shows in the way that you don't ever miss a step. I've heard music, but this was the first time I saw what her face looked like.

Oh! Dear shattered mirror Your shards agglutinated together, Birth rainbows of dissimulate Between the breaches of reality. …mirror…mirror… …my debilitated glint, I gaze, I gaze.

Woah be the dark clouds For they steel the souls of the ever happy, It must be wrong They all have run away from thee, We all must be happy And fake smile with glee Fear not, you of sleeve worn heart, You are not alone, Just as thunder storms grow flowers And volcanic ash brings fertile soil Your dark clowns inspires showers Of new ideas, and new...

They call her a voice of brown pain, But we’ve heard louder cries, from fields soaked in sacrifice, from mothers who buried sons, not metaphors. They sold us short, for lowercase lines and over-capitalized lies— as if formatting could mask the absence of truth. She speaks of lands she never walked, names wounds she never bore, calls for borders...

Gaurav Kundi, a father, 42, Drunk one night, walking out, no clue, A minor argument with his wife, Just like any couple in daily life. But to the police, it was “domestic strife,” Dragged him to the street, no cause to believe, He screamed, "I didn’t do anything!" She begged, “Please, leave him, we’re just talking.” His wife filmed, terrified and...

In the quiet depth of a restless mind, Where paths diverge, and choices unwind, A heart that loves with quiet fire, But knows the cost of deep desire. A boy, now man, of humble dreams, Chasing ideals, chasing unseen streams— Duty calls, a distant shore, Yet love whispers, forever more. But love, a force both vast and free, Brings with it both...