Peace and Chaos
Flash fiction “God, grant us world peace,” prayed the old woman. “God, keep the art alive,” prayed the young man. “Without chaos, there would be no art. Without art, no peace. Peace exists because of chaos, without… Read More
I Come From A City Where…
I come from a city where… Kids can make computer games But don’t know how to ride a train Teens can ace quantum physics But have no clue about budget sheets College kids can start revolutions But with… Read More
Kindness is Not Weakness
She looked at me with insecurity in her eyes, as if pleading for sympathy. I couldn’t. Much as I tried to muster up a shred of compassion, she had used up the last ounce left in me. Used… Read More
Language Barriers
Personal true story (5-minute read) “Oh my god, did you read about the winner-chill on the innernet?” one of the girls shrieked. “It’s like the biggest one of the error. Apparently the chill is even hitting eye-rack this year!”… Read More
From Kings to Paupers
A king’s crumb The pauper’s pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers,… Read More
Intentionally Untitled
M. I write to you from the bottom of this empty pit you used to call a heart. You had a heart once, remember? Back in the day, when you always had someone to love. When you had… Read More
Think About It
He was a trendsetter. He wrote about himself, and they all wrote about him. So he wrote about her, and they all wrote about her. Then he wrote about them, and they all left. None the readier. … Read More
While I Was Away…
I spent some time in a metaphorical submarine as the unconscious unfurled while I sought answers in the depths of me. Thankfully, I did have wifi connection wherever I went, so upon emerging from the deep blue seas,… Read More
Uttering Utter Confusion
Uttering utter confusion Amazed by a maze Staring at the stairs Sloping down a slope ‘Round the globe Motions, emotions Firing the firer Projections of projects projected projectilely Generations generating generators Theorists theorizing theoretical theories Illusionists eluding the… Read More
The Path Not Taken
I looked at old pictures Of you and of us Trying to muster an apology For not being “good enough” All that came out Were words of honest truth “I’m sorry that I was never Broken enough for… Read More
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Posted on June 1, 2018 by Mikavelli (MG)
Poetry, Social Commentary, True Story
change, friendship, growth, memory, moving on, path, personal, poetry, truth