By Mohammad Mouselmani

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The Start Line

I'm a Lebanese student currently living in the UK. I used to love my country as a kid, until I grew up to find out that my country doesn't care about me. I tried so much and failed to maintain a feeling of belonging as I kept growing older. I never understood the people there, and they never understood me,…
Mohammad Mouselmani
July 15, 2020
Guest Blog

Sit Beside Me

Sadness sit beside me Most profound your endless depths Thunderous in silent essence Crossing paths through all my deaths Sadness come and shade me From the sun, a smiling face I have the time to spend with you Your presence I embrace Sadness lift your face to me Your whispers I will finally hear Telling me to understand The words…
Stephen Allen
June 16, 2020
Guest Blog

Balancing Act

Seething anger twisting, twisted, twister of half believed half truths heard somewhere. Dreamt maybe? Maybe seen on a homepage, so it must be true, right? You wouldn’t lie. Searching, grasping, grasped, gasping, the surface still too far above. A scream, primal, rising, surfacing, caught writhing, strangled at birth. Carry on, the razors edge sharp and unforgiving, balance, neither side enticing,…
Stephen Allen
June 16, 2020
Guest Blog

Illusions

If any, it was only the last straw where an urgent watch is kept on her tranquil pupils, mirroring a deserted island amidst the sea of their void one moment, and being the very picture of a motionless bleeding corpse that spoils the purity of her eyes the next. They can't help reminiscing her captivating melodic pattern, Where could those…
Fatima Chahneh
June 7, 2020
Guest Blog

In The Words

I read the Bible The Upanishads All the texts And I can see What is not In the World We live in As it should be Religious perversion Basic truths fraught Twisted to needs To never be free <Stoic>  
Stephen Allen
June 2, 2020
Guest Blog

In Sorrow

There is a welcome soft sadness One that tastes of joy and loss Peaceful contemplation inviting A road few can find, or cross It wells from deep within the heart Spreading; it opens to peace A lonely openness expanding In which fear and pettiness cease And I am lost A feather borne Aloft wisps of emotion Into the day reborn…
Stephen Allen
May 30, 2020
Guest Blog

Who are We?

Are we the handful of barren their universe scatters to deface? Are we the mouthful of lull their revenge flows to chase? Are we the eyeful of void their gleam fades to efface? Who are we? Are we the mistaken miracle our emotions skip to dwell in? Are we the missing essence our depositions are not to fit but in?…
Fatima Chahneh
May 29, 2020
Guest Blog

Between the Moments

Life between the moments Slivered silence lies Witnessed without atonement Impersonal in its rise   In cracks upon waking Lifetimes are lived Held without taking Sand through a sieve   Choice-less peace abides Truth is revealed As the clutter subsides A heart is healed   Stoic
Stephen Allen
May 26, 2020
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She Doesn’t Have to Know

It’s a sin to show your weakness. Beware, they’re looking, they’re writing everything so that one day they will show you who you are… You’re a heart crusher aren’t you? They don’t have to know, that she’s using your blood for lipstick. She doesn’t have to know, that her scent has poisoned you long ago and that you’re struggling with…