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The UNSPOKEN
LIterary journal
In the rhythm of life,
A poet pens her love.
With words of adornment and affection,
She shows her passion for him alone.
Beside her is a jazzist,
His trombone sings, his heart unbound.
Together they create a symphony,
Where words and music intertwine.
Though the world may judge
Their craft, their art
They'll never grasp the depth,
The lyrics in their shared love.
The art of our love
by AnonymousMini golf mania
by Grant WesleyFlowers do not grow on the moon.
To nourish your stems is to be watered,
watered with the tears of acceptance
and the ghosts of grief.
To nourish your stems is to be fed,
fed by black and yellow bees bearing
ounces of love and gallons of knowledge.
To nourish your stems is to let go.
Let go of rotten petals,
and grow on the moon.
Flowers do grow on the moon.
The moon may not have water, soil, or sunlight.
The moon has new beginnings, endless possibles,
and acres of space to grow.
In the bouquet of earth,
you are spoiled rotten.
Being watered by acid.
People are acid,
slowly deteriorating new beginnings, possibilities, and growth.
So, grow in places you deemed unimaginable.
Grow in places where you are watered with acceptance
and fed with love.
Grow without the weight of rotten petals.
Grow like a flower on the moon.
My shot is lined up
I taste victory
One more putt
And I’ll be put down in history
My club set on the green
The crowd is staring mean
Who is this kid?
Playing Mini Golf in Madrid?
Months before, I conquered America
Since then, training for triumph
Prepping for the World Open
Skills, I was gaining
I take a breath
Open my eyes
I take the shot
And to my surprise
I find myself awake
not in Madrid
But lying in bed
‘just some kid’
Growing on the moon
by Jiyan Vallani Closed books
by Harini Kumarlife isn’t fun if you’re a closed book.
if you cross out the words on your pages because someone else doesn’t like them, you will never know yourself truly.
if you paint over the colors of the cover, nobody can see how amazing you will be and they will inevitably judge you by your cover.
especially if the pages are blank, because you cross out the words on your pages since someone else doesn’t like or agree with them.
because remember, if there is nothing to see on the surface but nothing to see when you look within, you are not an individual being, you are a blank canvas for others to manipulate through their own perception of what you should be.