سلاسل الذات

سلاسل الذات

في بُعدِ الرّوْضِ، فَقَدَت النّفسُ ذاتَها، أسيرةٌ، قَيَّدَتْها الرّغبَةُ، كَما قَيَّدَ راعٍ فَرَسا   إذا سَألتَهُ: أينَ المَنفَذُ، جاوَبَني: لَيسَ لَكَ مَهْرَبا، مَصيرُكَ لَوْنُ الزّمُرُدِ، في عُيونٍ، إبليسٌ لها...
Glass Prism

Glass Prism

By Anonymous | Contributor You are a glass prism – I look through you & the world fractures into its many components; & the world looks more beautiful. Moreso; you are the Book of Truth & Longing through which vague thoughts are clear, & this...

Whispers of Broken Dreams

By Aya Khalaf | Staff Writer The alarm goes off at 6 AM,Here goes another day.Get up,Get dressed,Sit down,Start writing.“Focus!” my mentor shouts,As she startles me,Drawing me away from my usual daydreamsOf what the mere word of ‘dream’ stands for.They say you must...
D’un homme on fait la poésie

D’un homme on fait la poésie

 By Ghina Taan | Editor-in-Chief Je t’ai vu transformer ces hommes en poésie ; Ceux que tu as croisés à différents stades de ta vie. Une fois je te vois les décrire soleils hardis ;  D’autres, comme êtres dépourvus d’astronomie.      Et sous l’encre qui...

Who are you?

By De’Ocean | Staff Writer Who are you?You’re invisible, yet we can feel the wind when you enter a roomYou’re untouchable, yet it becomes hard to let you go once we catch youYou’re unavoidable,Every person, no matter the size, age, or gender, can get hit by...
Sosia

Sosia

By Mir@ | Staff Writer A ghost passed me bySalt in the wounds of the albatrossIt sat before me its legs in a crossPast specter come fly-by-night   Flaunting silver hairNot her brown huesthat made her museof all dreams heir   My jacket, grey and blandmocked...