A world so grey
The word ‘enigmatic’
A powerful ray…
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A shade of amethyst
but duller.
It hurts to look
and the hand quivers at the touch…
You wake up on a grey floor, in a large dome-shaped room so spherical it seems unnatural. The room is empty except for a large pipe that protrudes out of the wall…
John, Paul and George shot from triangular positions. John’s went astray; however the other two rocks hit the small head perfectly…
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second…
Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
I saw a doctor over a year ago to find out what my problem was. He was a skinny, yet round faced man who seemed annoyed that I had the audacity to interrupt his Facebook hour…
For a few moments he moved relentlessly back and forth along the corridor; then he looked at the red glowing numbers, both read 77…
It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?
Krishnamurthy says we all are second-hand human beings. Enjay takes a short trip through the perils of the ego.
This is Sherif’s first contribution and was written in response to a writing exercise on an online course…
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My mother’s shoes
I wear your soles now,
step out on your heel
and point to the future
in your old leather toes…
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