Less, They Say

Less, They Say

Foreword / Introduction It has been a while since my last poem, which is mostly due to doing what most people my age do, playing video games. At the same…
What I Remember Before

What I Remember Before

Foreword / Introduction You might notice that this poem seems autobiographical, and there's a reason for that. This poem is based on a close friend's experiences of having lived in…
What if someone died?

What if someone died?

What if someone died, and the chair still sat there, quiet?The cup goes cold on the table like it forgot the plan.The door stays half open, like a mouth that…
Not the Same Planet

Not the Same Planet

Foreword I usually focus on conflicts and war in my protest poetry, because writing about the environment feels a bit cliché—so many poets already do it. But since today is…
When Silence is a Siege Weapon

When Silence is a Siege Weapon

Foreword Most of the poems I’ve read, including the one I wrote myself, tend to focus more on Ukraine than on Russia, which is, without any doubt, to blame for…
Seven Shadows in My Head

Seven Shadows in My Head

Foreword A bit of delay since my last poem, which is because I was busy updating the layout of our 3 blog. If anything is not working as expected, please…
The braid that became a bridge

The braid that became a bridge

Foreword The next chapter in my political poems:Girls' and women's rights—not something most boys my age are thought to care about—matter deeply to me. Freedom and dignity are universal rights;…
We Are the Knot

We Are the Knot

Borders dissolve where Alpine snow meets Aegean blue—Lisbon loans sunlight to Helsinki’s dusk,Sarajevo’s cafes brew Dublin’s rain,and every train track hums the same chord:ā€œAlone, we’re notes. Together—anthem.ā€ Britain? Come home.…
Dystopia.exe (Error 404)

Dystopia.exe (Error 404)

Foreword We live in a world where adults are too braindead to realize the truth, leading our world to disaster by following authoritarians like Trump and Putin. No longer just…