-
The Heart Vs The Algorithm
No code can dream, no bot can cry, It cannot love; it cannot try. It copies words, it steals the song, But fails to feel where hearts belong. For love and loss are ours to keep, The code will fade, but we are deep. It mimics art with borrowed grace, But cannot match a tear-stained…
-
When My Time Flies
When my final moment arrives. I hope that the birds will sing. That the sun shines brighter than ever before. That the laugh of children echoes. And that I live on. In the songs. In the memories. And in the hearts of those I once touched. A sign that I once belonged to this world.…
-
The End Of Daytime Tv? What The Cancellation of The Sherri Show And The Kelly Clarkson Show Says About The Future Of Daytime Viewing
Daytime TV, as we knew it, has shifted to the back in its position as a driving force for culture and conversation. In the last 5 years, we have seen several daytime talk shows leave our screens. Staples in the US like the Wendy Williams Show, The Real, and the celebrity-circuit favourite The Ellen Show…
-
Two Stars, All Lost
I knew it from the start That you are a superstar Everyone’s around you Following like a tail And you love it all (attention) And it’s annoying (following) I’m not saying that you seek attention But you said it yourself That you are an attention seeker You were just alone I know it, and you…
-
The Never-ending Search
On this journey I’ve been swindled and hurt, My heart has cracks more than ever In scars I see more scars In aches, I feel more pain So, when will I see the light? Love hid her face Pain made his move, In each day, I bear the marks of loneliness These are marks I’ve…
-
I Am Just A Girl
I am just a girl Sorry, you can’t restrict my freedom And expect me to move like it’s normal. You can’t judge me by my clothes Locking them in my wardrobe. I am just a girl, Comments about my body and weight Taunt my heart, hitting every nerve. I am just a girl I envy…
-
If He
If he can walk with his head up high, doubt hidden deep in his eyes, face scarred by past experiences and incidents had shaded his aura with hate. If he has a blue smile but his eyes don’t let him down, if his mouth can play a game of cards but his tongue takes the…
-
Before You Read My Eyes
I wrote your name in a silent breeze, Where only hearts and hope can tease. Before you knew, before you guessed — You lived in dreams I never confessed. I smiled when you looked my way, And swallowed words I meant to say. Not fear, not doubt — but something shy, Kept locking all my…
-
Glitter
I hate glitter; It gets all over my hands and Takes forever to wash off. And I See it on the subway floors And glistening under streetlights. I step outside And glitter falls from the sky. Glinting in the fading sun Lamps lighting the way. Glitter everywhere I turn, On the street, The sidewalk, The…
-
The Burdened Teen
He smiles in crowds to hide the ache, A storm inside he can’t let break. He carries silence every day, Like loads no child should lift that way. He says, “I’m fine,” with practiced art But truth beats louder in his heart. At night, he fights the tears that rise A battle won beneath the…
-
Let Go
Every day that passes by feels like an echo, silent but heart-wrenching, needy of silence but afraid of neglect, regret too, is a fear but who would confess? The stars lie awake while the clouds gloom in the darkness, I still search for truth in your eyes, but they are as clear as the night…
-
Finding Beauty In Old-Fashioned Things
Art Museums Many people consider art museums old-fashioned, but I love visiting them because I have always admired how artists can be so creative with their own two hands. When a sculptor or potter shapes clay into a masterpiece, you often wonder how something so beautiful can come from a simple pile of mud. Painters…
