I march
Into the valley of Judges,
Every eye cast down like a shadow
Upon me walking by.
There's no
Sun. The end
Comes
Slowest. There's no
End
In sight. My prints
Leave negatives. The shadow.
Darkly saturating. I look up
In fear of these monsters
At their smiling, squinted
Friend-masked eyes -
What could I do for you?
And the imminence
Of this moment
Tears through
My defenses.

Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean
Goodbye, sorry sorry.

I march
Into the valley of Judges,
Every eye cast down like a shadow
Upon me walking by.
There's no
Sun. The end
Comes
Slowest. There's no
End
In sight. My prints
Leave negatives. The shadow.
Darkly saturating. I look up
In fear of these monsters
At their smiling, squinted
Friend-masked eyes -
What could I do for you?
And the imminence
Of this moment
Tears through
My defenses.

Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean
Goodbye, sorry sorry.

Stop !
" smack "
Here comes another slap,
Suddenly the barking of dogs stop ,
I look up,
The mirror holding a my unknown pop.

The room is looked,
Yes , i am alone ,
Hands still trembling, stuck in invisible strom.
I hate the girl standing in front of me ,
Still lost , drizzling and comparing both the " we " .

The wall behind still dancing with my old part ,
Smiling , thriving , Carefree , shining,  
With innocent and open heart .
She is light and the only remain ,
Dancing,
she paused and looked up,
Back in the mirror ,
Same eyes , same face ,
But all left is unspoken pain.


the devil drifted in ,
' you both can't be the same ',
Another " smack " .
But This time my heart burned ,
I hate this , every part of it,
I shut my eyes,
Breath shuffled.

On the verge of accompanying the last peice of darkness ,
A shadow stop me ,
Smiling , thriving still the same beautiful mess.
She came close,
eyes met,
For first time she spoke but a torn set.

" we are indeed not the same ,
The war is different but not the blame.
We can nver be alike,
We are rides of same bike,
These scares are no less precious than my smile,
You are the most important part of this pile.
Your struggle is real ,
And worthy as well ,
I hold the heaven, coz you took the hell .

You don't need to be anymore prefect,
No need to stand beside another's sect.
All you need to do is hold on,
stay and led the strom. "

This time the darkness cried in pain ,
with a flicker , i was back ,
The sound of a forgotten laughter echoing in room,
Everything is gone or so i thought ,
The one in mirror still Clutching the gloom.

But the eyes were different,  
The smile was still missing ,
But life wasn't,  
The scares were there,
But no longer burned.

I finally opened the door,
The strom inside still roars.
I walked out,
But now embracing the gloom,
The sound of a forgotten laughter still echoing in room.

Divyanshi solanki

i am a coward.
i admit it.
a meek, a chicken, a weakling, a craven
all the words which were associated with fear were associated with me too.
my trembling hands go cold, numb
after it stops. it feels motionless.
my eyes sees vision, blurry.
i stumble on ground.
my legs with no ability to walk makes me sit on floor,
the floor,
be it cool or moderate,
it always piecers my body.
i lose my reason and sense.
such a fear controls my body.
i do not know what to call this fear.

Trump publicly calls a whole party “demonic” repeatedly.. At the same time, he can't tell you what denomination he is or what church he claims to belong to.
He singles out individuals like Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. as “animals,” it isn’t subtle
it’s hateful and  a raw call to violence
an explicit dehumanization.
That kind of rhetoric normalizes violence and hatred, because if someone is an animal or demonic, the mental brakes against harming them weaken to those who already worked into a frenzy because they are perpetually mentally weak.
.People start to see these  attacks as justified or even heroic.

Meanwhile, the same media and political actors will scream when the opposite happens, pretending moral outrage is symmetrical, when in reality the scale and intent are completely different. The attack on Nancy Pelosi’s husband was real, violent, and celebrated by some, and that’s not equivalent to a comedian or commentator making a critical joke
it’s literal harm and encouragement of harm.

This is the core problem: labeling, mocking, dehumanizing, and encouraging violence while pretending moral equivalence exists. The language matters because it frames perception, justifies action, and warps accountability.

The McCarthyism-style labeling—is exactly how authoritarian systems and propaganda work. The Republicans, especially Fox News, are experts in fear mongering.
That's what the core of  every episode of Fox News is about.
Words like “dissent” or “anarchist” are thrown around to erase the legitimacy of lawful, peaceful action. Meanwhile, the real threats armed, aggressive, coercive actions
get normalized or framed as “protest” by the same people wielding the labels.  
Specifically referring to events before the election in the state of Arizona
where , heavily armed.
Trump supporters went to federal and state buildings brandishing automatic weapons openly,
with bullets
literally strapped to their chest,
threatening. And coercing voters and local politicians.

Brandishing weapons at government buildings with intent to intimidate or coerce? That’s a criminal act. like January 6th fomentation.
That crosses the line from protest into
sponsored demanded  terrorism,
intimidation,
and armed insurrection.
There is no moral or legal equivalence between someone exercising their rights of
free speech
and peaceable assembly.
and someone waving automatic weapons at a courthouse to influence votes.

That’s why precision in language matters so **** much.

Don't let ChatGPT and Google and these other right wing GOP mouthpieces convince you that using language like calling peaceful protesters
dissenters or
even going so far as labeling them radicals and or anarchists is okay or normal.
Speak up
and speak out.
If you don't,
you're condoning it.  Boycott Disney , Paramount, Fox, Sinclair media, Truth social, X, etc.  (  There are cheap alternatives.)

They use fascism as sneaky  weaponized language.
It’s designed to manipulate perception,
to make people who are doing something
completely legitimate and peaceful
appear dangerous or radical.
It primes susceptible  viewers and readers to
distrust,
fear
or even hate
promotes violence against
your neighbors
and non whites
before any facts are even  presented or challenged.
Free speech challenges lies and propaganda ,
that's why they cancelled Kimmel.

It’s not just a connotation issue
it’s psychological warfare.
One word like that can turn a citizen exercising rights into a “threat” in the public imagination.
That’s why it matters so much:
the words we use are loaded tools, and misusing them can escalate conflict without a single action being taken.

People are being crushed right now financially , literally.
The tariffs are starving people and leaving them homeless.
The levels of suicide have never been higher.
The levels of petty theft just to survive.
People are scared and desperate.
The levels of violence will only increase.

There is a realistic. Separation and division between facts and reality and what is actually being reported in the media.
Don't misunderstand or conflate what I'm doing with fear mongering.
It is clearly and obviously different,
and if you can't see those facts,
there's this place called
The Library
that has real books that you can check out
and read for free.

rage coursing through your veins
your voice laced with anger
belligerent and frantic you were
confusion rattled in my brain
as I couldn't figure out your reaction

then you showed me
and panic stabbed me in the heart
your arms were bare except for
the two thin red lines

those cuts took me back to a place
I fled from
flashbacks filled my mind
bubbling up until I was
on the verge of tears

my brain replayed the memories of
warm blood dripping down my arms
painfully unsticking my clothes from my skin
hiding my cold blades

terrror and anger
despair and anxiety
depression and hopelessness

I can't go back there
I just can't
but please let me help you
help you out of the cage
the cage called self harm

The world will still turn,

regardless

of if I want it to.

A spin on words,

and you might think

I'm a dead branch

fallen from a tree.

The apple tree, my dad will become.

Although not yet,

the words are stagnant

tightening around my soul

carving reality into my face.

A useless thought,

an unbearable one.

I fear I’ll rot

and dance with the maggots

until I’m soil.

One day meeting with my dad

becoming a tree myself

we’ll hold each others roots

like when we hug.

The type of warmth

I’ll always dream about

way past the inevitable

moment in time,

where my heart

and soul

will give out.

What can we do in the end?
When our existence has become completely soulless…
And the world as we know it doesn’t deserve our perception of it…

Where’s the colour?!

What can we do?
Something, anything?
Something real? Love repeated…

Remember that thing… how it gleamed…

And now, there’s nearly nothing…    
Nearly nothing because of what we’re doing…
And what we’re letting them do…

And there’s no god to save us,
Just our words and power…
Power that should be as simple as a flower that welcomes the smeller…
But instead we’re being devoured by a scent so sick and seductive it makes us shiver before being swaddled in its shadow…

An oxygen and spirit-******* force that won’t stop slowly eating us until we give up the joke inside of us - the fake rose, the front; all our artificial flavour and fervour - the real desire is deep within and we’ve all felt and feel it like a vast river that connects all our fears and wonders, making us better, stronger, longer, brighter, grander, wholer - together - an awesomely dazzling luminous light that should never be underestimated by some jester…