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 May 1 SL
Isla
not a poet
 May 1 SL
Isla
i am not a poet,

nor am i a poem.

i am not a writer,

nor a book.

i am not a painter,

nor a painting.

i am not a sculptor,

nor a sculpture,

i  am not the artist,

nor the muse.

i am an idea,

that exists

only

in your imagination
I wrote this on a total whim, I quite like it.
 May 1 SL
Asher Graves
Half of me and half of you, a point of divergence for you
Half of me and half of you, a point of amalgamation to me
Half of me and half of you, a false pretence to you
Half of me and half of you, a make-believe fairytale to me
Half of me and half of you, a hefty disdain to you
Half of me and half of you, a wishful radiance to me
Half of me and half of you, a lousy freebee to you
Half of me and half of you, a subtle rush to me
Half of me and half of you, a blatant lie for you
Half of me and half of you, a beautiful lie to me
                                                                         -Asher Graves
Wrote this when I was in love. Didn’t end well—but hey, at least it gave me this piece. They say the greatest tragedies spark the deepest inspirations.
 May 1 SL
Asher Graves
News flows like wildfire, Reporters outside covering the case
Actuality is falsified, Justice as always late
                                                            ­          -Asher Graves
The recent attack in Pahalgam, India, left a gaping hole—28 innocent civilians, tourists, lost their lives. What added to the pain was watching media outlets immediately interview the victims and their families. I understand the need for information, but when justice hasn’t yet been served, why force people to relive their trauma on camera?

Can a person not even grieve without becoming a headline? Is that what news is for now?

The Indian government is trying its best, but no effort can replace the loss. And no justice can undo what’s already been taken.
 May 1 SL
Rizma Aulia
The midnight breeze escorts your pace,
Grace in motion, my soul’s quiet praise.
Might I dare to ask, if true,
Who is the maiden with mohawk hue?
I cannot bear to meet her gaze,
The fairest face that steals the haze.
 May 1 SL
Karen
Teardrops
 May 1 SL
Karen
Her teardrops mirror
A Starlit sky
In the beauty
Of a soul
That yearns to heal
 May 1 SL
Karen
In gentle light
Adorned by love
Drift petals
Upon the tide
 May 1 SL
Karen
So close ever drawn
Tender deep in Love's caress
Hearts bleed into one
Haiku
 May 1 SL
Karen
A blue flame flickers
Enchanting in deepest blue
Amidst a dark night
Haiku
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