An untitled epidemic Douse your cold heart in blankets of wistful distance You’re an untouched city centre wall Grey skies intertwined with camp porridge landscapes The camp porridge you bitterly eat alone You’re the only one immune to the siren’s…

Article Topic: Poetry
A collection of poetic works and reflections. This section features poems, discussions about poetry, and the impact of verse on personal and cultural expression.
Come Home By Dawn
The birds that flock, return to their nest by dawn. “Don’t fly too far!”, the mother told her hatchlings. With feathers barely dry, they fly. They fly as far as their will brings them, through the barn and over…
Trailblazers of Tenacity
Read Trailblazers Of Tenacity to me A thousand doors first denied to them, Since wisdom wore only a man’s disguise, And dreams like theirs were muted then, Still buried under silent skies Born to dream in a common cage Born…
Playing Roblox Together At 1am Because Your Boyfriend Broke Up With You
There’s something about going out to the balcony during a party An escapade from 50 shades of predictable The air outside is always ridden with the elephant in the room Somewhere distant from a calculus assessment you probably should have…
Come Home by Dawn
The birds that flock, return to their nest by dawn. “Don’t fly too far!”, the mother told her hatchlings. With feathers barely dry, they fly. They fly as far as their will brings them, through the barn and over…
United by Affection
Someone does not have to be loquacious, Positivity has the effect of something contagious. Reach out your hand to those in need, Everyone spreading kindness should be an easy deed. Abrupt, hurtful words may make someone bleed, Dishing out compliments…
Episode 17: Burnout
Violet doesn’t compliment bloodshot eyes where fire burns I learnt that from the mirror While holding a latte; my holy grail I was cycling The wheels a mere idle spin Every road was the exact same. The same trees mothering…
Interconnectedness Poem
In Auckland City, my eyes reflect the globe from my brother’s room Or maybe it’s the world map in my geography class We’ve returned from the Swedish clothing megastores empty-handed, ravenous She wants a Poke bowl, she says they remind…
Obsoleteness: A Poem about the Ominous Future of AI
11 pm. Grandma’s house. The faint buzz of her fridge. The buzz used to be comforting A soothing lullaby for sleep But now it makes my ears bleed out memories of blissful silence I could be triumphantly standing on…