KOKWANA

BY Margueritte Mokgaetji Pitjeng, South African Currently in Veszprém Hungry Who said flowers can’t drown in their own beauty? Is it not vanity and comparison which built perfect beauty? I remember passing by Vogue seeking some hope Eventually, it came, yet not in the way we sought after it That’s how flowers drowned in their […]

TUNNELS

BY Margueritte Mokgaetji Pitjeng, South African Currently in Veszprém Hungry What is darkness you ask? Darkness is how you hold a pen Within the confines of your fingers Trying to scribble down your first alphabet. Its how perfectly imperfect you seem, Although your skeletons have turned to ash It’s the hopelessness you carry after 50 […]

Heart to Heart

By Margueritte M. Pitjeng It was all just a little fairytale Where life would come with sticks and stones to press me down I felt alone, Lost in a whirlwind of emotions and undefined infinities. I badly needed to escape…but their hold was bloody What could my escape plan be? Would people be able to […]

Blue Moon

By MO   Help her up cause she tripped She lost her footing gazing at infinity,  A place where sanity and vanity are quite futile. She has bruised some skin…although there’s no blood to prove her pain What remains are scars,   Scars that are changing color, returning to their true form. They concluded tons […]

Loud texts

By MO We had our first argument today and it got heated We remained equal although our hearts fumed I needed answers, you needed peace, And our worlds kept clashing against the cobblestones We had our first argument today And I felt like crap… I felt I was gonna lose you to my thumb Which […]