Image Source: Pexels- Pixabay You won’t find me at a funeral, Cause I’m at the end of a beautiful story. If you wish to find me, Look for me not at the mortuary. You won’t find me among naysayers, For I despise such gathering. If you want to see me face to face, Watch a…

Image Source: Pexels- Ron Lach There is a girl who was born from poems not yet written, who speaks in the quiet alphabet of dreams. Her soul carries forgotten cities — stone bridges, mossy hills, empty roads where ancestors still walk. Even when she smiles, there’s a sadness at the edge, the kind that only…

Image Source: Unsplash- Sandor Rodriguez Castro Playing tic-tac-toe, And hide-and-seek; Racing round the camp, With old tires every day of the week. Building a spider’s house; Decorating it with flowers, Like during the dry season, Oh! it was some season to remember. Playing our game of “ouui” when the moon was up; Running round the…

Image Source: Pexels- John Hild she named the next chapter unknown she didn’t want to know she just wanted to live and experience whatever that might be she’d have to live and see This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

Cover Photo: Pexels- Taryn Elliott Sourced Through Pinterest No matter where we go Our hearts still beat as one, The farther I go, the closer I love Our hearts might not know this But we’re lovers meant to meet. Like a part of me You make me whole, Your smile is like my mantra Your…

Image Source: Pexels- lil artsy Sometimes, heroes don’t wear uniforms. Sometimes, they have furs. Sometimes, to show their feelings, They usually purr. Sometimes, they aren’t that beautiful; They have prickling whiskers. Sometimes, they don’t bark to be heard, Cause they are silent saviors. Sometimes, you don’t know if they are heroes, But watch their movements…

When my days are numbered And I’m no longer here Open my books and read my poems If they make you sad, please hold back your tears When my days are numbered And the sun rises each morn without me Remember our days at the park And the games we played behind the moringa tree…

If I had the chance to sit with you tonight, I would look you in the eyes, The way I always do,  Whenever I see you smile. If I had the chance to be by your side tonight, I would tell you all the funniest jokes, That would keep you laughing; And I wouldn’t stop…

There they are The dreams I have, They linger on They make me wonder They never leave I’m up there, stuck in the clouds. My mind is amazing Here I stand with a million thoughts, A million thoughts swirl around me They pull at me They tell me to think bigger But some thoughts are…

I lit an old lantern, its flame dancing softly, casting shadows that move in patterns. I hold it in my hand, lighting my path, slowly. In silence, I walk— bare feet brushing the earth— searching for something that doesn’t want to be found. The lantern flickers, its light fleeting, revealing fragments of the darkened night.…