Issue 8
Bloom
3 Jan 2020
A bud she was
nurtured by love.
The beauty just grew
undefinable, unstoppable.
Envious eyes poisoned
the blooming rose.
Colors faded, petals shredded,
yet she continued to bloom,
bloom with the darkness
and became something no one imagined
Unique, and rare
BLACK ROSE
unconquerable.
nurtured by love.
The beauty just grew
undefinable, unstoppable.
Envious eyes poisoned
the blooming rose.
Colors faded, petals shredded,
yet she continued to bloom,
bloom with the darkness
and became something no one imagined
Unique, and rare
BLACK ROSE
unconquerable.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Stuck
7 Jan 2020
Pages flew by,
one after another.
Shades of characters changed,
chapters after chapter.
The nerd hiding behind the glasses
finally looked above
to stumble back, in the past
when she started to read
and that's when she realized
she was never moving on
She was stuck on the same page,
page, shredded by her fears,
stained by her bloody tears.
one after another.
Shades of characters changed,
chapters after chapter.
The nerd hiding behind the glasses
finally looked above
to stumble back, in the past
when she started to read
and that's when she realized
she was never moving on
She was stuck on the same page,
page, shredded by her fears,
stained by her bloody tears.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Chaos
10 Jan 2020
Chaos
that's what her mind was
with those whispers of her fears,
of her decisions gone wrong.
She was trying to let go
but the sound was holding on
just too tight to ignore and
move on.
that's what her mind was
with those whispers of her fears,
of her decisions gone wrong.
She was trying to let go
but the sound was holding on
just too tight to ignore and
move on.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Silence
20 Jan 2020
She felt peace in that silence
wrapped in the blanket of moonlight
taking sips of cool and crisp air
brewing thoughts with waves
under the stars.
Here, the devil too becomes
her guarding angel.
wrapped in the blanket of moonlight
taking sips of cool and crisp air
brewing thoughts with waves
under the stars.
Here, the devil too becomes
her guarding angel.
🕂🕂🕂🕂
Nightmare
21 Jan 2020
How could she hate
those nightmares of hers
when they were part of her,
of her own thoughts and fears
a little scary, a little haunting
but a whole lot better
then the reality and
something they call dreams.
those nightmares of hers
when they were part of her,
of her own thoughts and fears
a little scary, a little haunting
but a whole lot better
then the reality and
something they call dreams.
