Poetry

Day laborer
Day laborer We are all Day laborer Someone is wearing the suit Some tear clothes Basically we are Day laborer Some Day laborers are in the AC room
By Kishore Karunik2 years ago in Chapters
From Pocket Change to Power Moves
From Pocket Change to Power Moves: A Middle-Class Odyssey to Entrepreneurship Introduction: The Humble Beginnings In the heart of a middle-class neighborhood, where dreams whispered louder than opportunities, a young Sundram Chaurasiya embarked on a journey that would redefine his destiny. Born without the luxury of books and with pocket change as his only ally, Sundram embraced the grind with a determination that would shape his entrepreneurial Saga.
By Sundram Chaurasiya2 years ago in Chapters
The frequency of love.
Have you ever stopped to think about what you have been sowing and reaping? Have you noticed that tragic and sad news spreads like wildfire, reaching every corner of the city, the country and the planet?
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
This EGO thing...
A question always comes to mind when I hear people talking about the ego as if it were something negative and harmful. I believe that the Divine Creator did not conceive anything absolutely useless or unnecessary.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
Balance...
One of the things I most enjoy doing is observing, questioning and reflecting. I have noticed a very interesting movement. Something that I started to see happen to me and that I noticed was developing in the people around me.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
Nostalgia...
People always confuse the feelings of nostalgia and longing, they think they are the same thing. Nostalgia hurts more than longing, more than slamming the door on your fingers, more than kidney cramps.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
Things You Can Write About as a New Writer. Content Warning.
Try not to pass up “what not to write.” I’ve gotten a ton of messages on my LinkedIn asking, “What would it be a good idea for me to write as a new writer”?
By SINDILE LANCELOTT TOTOBA2 years ago in Chapters
and then, the Sea...
Let me tell about the dangerous things of the sea. Tell you about the burning love and the islands that only exist in the verb to love.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
Snow Melody
They knock lightly, lightly, as if calling for me. I Wonder if its rain? Is it people? People are certainly not and the rain doesn't call like that.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
When pigs fly
“When somebody loves you will be the day pigs fly.” What’s what was said on a Monday afternoon on a fairly cloudy but still quite sunny and warm day. What does it mean for pigs to fly? Pigs can’t fly they don’t have wing- oh. That makes sense.
By Ashley2 years ago in Chapters
A Chess Game
A grand chessboard lay between James and Elena in the soft glow of twilight. Their past, present, and possible futures seemed to be embedded in the pieces, waiting to be unraveled move by move.
By Abnoan Muniz2 years ago in Chapters
What Can I Use To Remind Me?
My morning rituals are attached to the refrigerator as a reminder note. Does it work? I never look at it. I go to the fridge to get something out of it. I will occasionally check to see when a graduation or baby shower is scheduled. Because it’s a morning ritual I shouldn’t be forgetting but I do!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Chapters