Rank badges, small bags, books, diaries, notebooks, files… That’s when it caught Razeen’s eye: a weathered, dusty old envelope bearing a faint, unrecognisable logo.
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
Oh, I’m waltzing down.
But like him they will remember her complexion and her curls and the countless pieces that she graced.
Having a conversation with him was an arduous task.
Eight mighty titans, unleashing their wrath!
For someone who grew up alone, I happen to feel terribly lonely.
Where else would they find a criminal, other than in the back alleys where the sun hadn’t reached for years, where the half-dead struggled in the flooded sewage for a scrap of euphoria.
Anika stood in the middle of a strange place full of strange people and thought to herself,
Put up my notebook on a shelf, And laid in its sheaves a crimson rose.
Your fingers delineate maps in attempts at enveloping all of you.
My mom called from the bottom of the stairs, “Hurry, the bus will be here any minute now!”
