Puddles are funny things. If you observe them at just the right angle they look beautiful; like a piece of sky wedged into the ground. But step a fraction closer and the vision disappears. A puddle, muddy and shallow is what lies at your feet. 

She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. I want to tell her it okay, and mean it, but I can't. 

"I love you." He stares into my eyes, but all he can see is...

The wreckage was still out there somewhere, hungrily lapping up flames and torturing those who tried to conquer it. A frail man with a bloodied face passed by me, the orange gurney under him soaking in the clotting crimson. Is that what she would look like? I held my gaze on a woman being rushed into the ER. I could've sworn I saw broken bits of teeth and skull sticking through the dark skin. I felt sick to my stomach ...

    I nestled further into her chest, locking her warmth in and the biting winter air out. This would be perfect, had I been able to feel my legs. Glistening lights of all colors, shapes and sizes were draped from street lamps like aerialists cavorting from their rich silks. I nearly laughed at the study of stark contrasts, the beautiful bulbs loftily bathing the streets in their glory against the intensity of the gothic ambiance the lamps projected. It...

​She is carried by a breeze, 
Embraced with leafy arms,
Playfully tugging at locks of gold,

Steps light as feathers,
They leave no print,
On her cold concrete world,

The trees whisper silently,
Secrets that spread wildfire,
Lies and unbearable truths,

In light's absence darkness settles,
While searching blindly,
Reach for a cloud hidden star,

Nevermind the frostbite, love,
Your heart will only fail,
As burning cinders engulf,

Breath will turn to ashes,
Memories to mourning,
While solemnly the breeze...

Tag line: Humour/Music- Lyricise your favourite songs into parodies 

Dear Fellow writers, given the graveness of the, might I mention, insane situation, I decided that any more serious contemplation of what the future might bring was not going to help anyone. So, how about we turn our favourite music into something that will let humour play its role by making it more lockdown friendly. Take any song you love and turn it into something we can all relate to in these...

Would you want to be friends with me
maybe make me feel special
would you want to be friends with me
maybe i feel included
maybe i feel like im needed
maybe it makes a difference when im not around
even if it doesn't just make it sound
like i matter
so do my interests
like im not stupid
like you're hurt if im hurt
like i hold a beauty of my own
and i dont have to change it...

I‘m jostled into the sea,
By my own frenzied nonsense.
A dispiriting pit coiling towards demons afraid of sunlight,
Oh the murky underworld,
It greets me.
Do humans sink or float,
When an erratic force knocks them down?
Because I don’t know how to swim.
That unexpected heart beat,
Pounding uncontrollably.
The tense muscles in my face,
And streams of terror oozing from the eyes that wish to be blind.
The heat on my face,
And blood rushing to my...

Her brain whirred, analyzing the clothes arranged on her bed. She looked at a yellow top and remembered her friend’s squeal of excitement last week when she saw it on her. She put the top on. Then, she turned to the dressing table and stared at her lipstick collection. Outside, the clouds loomed over the sun. Minutes later, she decided. Berry bliss. She traced an imaginary smile onto her lips with the chemical rod. The clock went on ticking, deep...

Puddles are funny things. If you observe them at just the right angle they look beautiful; like a piece of sky wedged into the ground. But step a fraction closer and the vision disappears. A puddle, muddy and shallow is what lies at your feet. 

She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. I want to tell her it okay, and mean it, but I can't. 

"I love you." He stares into my eyes, but all he can see is...

The wreckage was still out there somewhere, hungrily lapping up flames and torturing those who tried to conquer it. A frail man with a bloodied face passed by me, the orange gurney under him soaking in the clotting crimson. Is that what she would look like? I held my gaze on a woman being rushed into the ER. I could've sworn I saw broken bits of teeth and skull sticking through the dark skin. I felt sick to my stomach ...

    I nestled further into her chest, locking her warmth in and the biting winter air out. This would be perfect, had I been able to feel my legs. Glistening lights of all colors, shapes and sizes were draped from street lamps like aerialists cavorting from their rich silks. I nearly laughed at the study of stark contrasts, the beautiful bulbs loftily bathing the streets in their glory against the intensity of the gothic ambiance the lamps projected. It...

​She is carried by a breeze, 
Embraced with leafy arms,
Playfully tugging at locks of gold,

Steps light as feathers,
They leave no print,
On her cold concrete world,

The trees whisper silently,
Secrets that spread wildfire,
Lies and unbearable truths,

In light's absence darkness settles,
While searching blindly,
Reach for a cloud hidden star,

Nevermind the frostbite, love,
Your heart will only fail,
As burning cinders engulf,

Breath will turn to ashes,
Memories to mourning,
While solemnly the breeze...

Tag line: Humour/Music- Lyricise your favourite songs into parodies 

Dear Fellow writers, given the graveness of the, might I mention, insane situation, I decided that any more serious contemplation of what the future might bring was not going to help anyone. So, how about we turn our favourite music into something that will let humour play its role by making it more lockdown friendly. Take any song you love and turn it into something we can all relate to in these...

Would you want to be friends with me
maybe make me feel special
would you want to be friends with me
maybe i feel included
maybe i feel like im needed
maybe it makes a difference when im not around
even if it doesn't just make it sound
like i matter
so do my interests
like im not stupid
like you're hurt if im hurt
like i hold a beauty of my own
and i dont have to change it...

I‘m jostled into the sea,
By my own frenzied nonsense.
A dispiriting pit coiling towards demons afraid of sunlight,
Oh the murky underworld,
It greets me.
Do humans sink or float,
When an erratic force knocks them down?
Because I don’t know how to swim.
That unexpected heart beat,
Pounding uncontrollably.
The tense muscles in my face,
And streams of terror oozing from the eyes that wish to be blind.
The heat on my face,
And blood rushing to my...

Her brain whirred, analyzing the clothes arranged on her bed. She looked at a yellow top and remembered her friend’s squeal of excitement last week when she saw it on her. She put the top on. Then, she turned to the dressing table and stared at her lipstick collection. Outside, the clouds loomed over the sun. Minutes later, she decided. Berry bliss. She traced an imaginary smile onto her lips with the chemical rod. The clock went on ticking, deep...