fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Stars Don’t Shine in the City Anymore
I used to count stars like secrets, Spilled across the sky by a universe too full to hold them. I used to lie on the rooftop of my grandfather’s house, The night air pressing gently on my skin— Cool, quiet, kind. Back then, The sky felt endless. And I still believed That wishing on stars meant something. But now— The city buzzes louder than my thoughts. Light pours from windows And flickers from phone screens While the sky above me Remains empty. No stars. Just smog and satellites, Fake moons and forgotten dreams. I stand on concrete Where grass used to grow, And whisper to a sky That doesn’t answer anymore. I don’t make wishes now— I scroll. I tap. I watch strangers dance In tiny boxes Hoping to feel Something. I miss the silence That used to speak louder than words. I miss the way darkness Could still hold light. I miss the stars— And the child I was When I believed They were only mine. Because stars don’t shine In the city anymore. And sometimes, I wonder if I still do.
By Shoaib Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing Differences, Finding Peace
When communication feels ineffective, the best attitude to adopt is: "We are different, but no one is wrong. Deeply realizing that our cognition is different helps immensely. Not only are our thoughts out of sync, but our actions are too.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
