J.J. Campbell burn the candle at both ends live your best life or something that resembles something that would make your mother blush never fear death or consequences and by the time your 40's roll around hopefully you are married have a good job and are comfortable for when you … Continue reading Something That Would Make Your Mother Blush
Raging With Excitement
By J.J. Campbell it's the sound of heels on concrete or tile floors that immediately gets my imagination raging with excitement hopefully the legs are long and i will be given plenty of rope
When Taking My Blood Sugar
By J.J. Campbell there are days where i enjoy the pain more than others when i hit the nerve in my finger in the morning while taking my blood sugar i know it's going to be a day where i seek the pain out too bad i'm not driving alone at the … Continue reading When Taking My Blood Sugar
Its time has not come
By Rajnish Mishra This is not the poem I always wanted to write. Its time has not come, not yet. This one is on what I always wanted to write, but never did. I wanted to write of shiuli flowers in bloom. No, it’s not English, it rises from the soil: the name, not … Continue reading Its time has not come
Fades Into Oblivion
By J.J. Campbell soft black skin and my pain fades into oblivion when i look into your eyes it's going to take more than a hurricane to stop me from falling again
Being
By Rajnish Mishra It's difficult to be what you are destined to be, more difficult to know what you are destined to be, and then to live, not reaching there, ever. Nothing comes for free. The world takes the fee of life. Sometimes it simply condemns you to live your death as you … Continue reading Being
Five Stages of Death
By Ahmad Al-khatat O world, take the cup from me I already feel the damages of The last sips down my throat Exploring the five stages of Death Denial Isolation Anger Anxiety and depression Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all … Continue reading Five Stages of Death
I’m eight
By Rajnish Mishra I‘m eight. Now, that I’ve seen eight, nine, I’m sure, will not be as fine as they write in those tales. Tales are just tales, I know, I’m eight. So, they talk to me, I listen, and nod, then I do what I want. I’ve seen when I … Continue reading I’m eight
The Scent of Death
By Ahmad Al-khatat All writers smoke cigarettes and so I smoke cheap cigars All poets drink wine and cheese and so I drink vodka with nuts All dreamers talk about romance and so I talk about love in an erotic way All workers take a break from work and so I do not take a … Continue reading The Scent of Death
I Tried To Stay Away
By Rajnish Mishra I tried to stay away, from poetry, write not in verse but prose. Four months I managed to stay cleansed of verse, four months exactly, not a day more, nor less. Then it happened, the form at least. I know now that I can’t choose it, it chooses me. … Continue reading I Tried To Stay Away
Academy of the Heart And Mind 