But I picked up the pieces, one by one, And slowly learned to let the healing begin. I found solace in the silence, and peace in the night, And slowly, I started to shine with new light.
...It didn't work out between us; What makes you think You have a better chance with Tomorrow?
As the year continues to run, the call continues with this month’s theme being “Times!”. We have had many events to mark the uniqueness of this month in our country and beyond and since poetry offers itself as an avenue to let out these emotions, we encourage you to use it as an outlet. As you know, poetry wouldn’t complain. Have you got that one poem that speaks to the heart of our theme? Then this call is for you.
...meaning, a peaceful day in June is a cold day in July; bullets are like raindrops on the mother of green...
...meaning, a peaceful day in June is a cold day in July; bullets are like raindrops on the mother of green...
As the year continues to run, the call continues with this month’s theme being “Retrogression”.
...I can't detach the nexus of unmet desires so I attach it with glue, set it to dry under the sun to loose myself off the claws of nostalgia, to alight at the range of where I mount the transport.
This distance we longed to gauge with stride of promises only leaves us, fretful limbs, on the eternal road of memories...
𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢? The AI instructs a petition. 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠, I modulate into a binary human. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛. I click on snapshots of traffic lights.
