Sonya Grudnitckaia (Age: 18)

Un’impotenza di piccoli rametti Solo schiacciati  Sotto questo albero. Come la forza delle ali di un’aquila Che vola sopra. E io. Io anche sono qui. Mi strappa le palpebre, a ogni battito di ciglia Sta diventando dura.   Il masochismo...

The shaky burn of ice-cold shower I come to realise it has no power In washing off the dirt. A clean, Habitual incrimination – and still, He’s free roaming this very nation.   All of these doctors couldn’t help me,...

Akin to ritual, mundane These hands of mine  Wipe murky tears off of my bloodied face.  I looked  at them –  All bloody and disfigured.   Immense and unimaginable Sharp pain Sent my obscene mind into crazed loops. My eyelids...

A mind alluding innocence Creeps just outside its head. The pigeon is enjoying crumbs, Nature in peace Living respects the dead. Through hardship of the biggest labor, And luck of passing by the love – Disguise of pigeons’ biggest fear,...

The world we live in is disgusting.  The world and its environment, potential for greatness.  And yet,  We’re all so screwed. The screwed up world which I want to be sure has tons to offer, In terms of knowledge, ingenuity....

Spectacular rain drops In dew of neon yellow lights The strain in the observing eyes now tops, Curiosity bedridden by illness of A lazy mind. If we stop squinting, Will it be possible to find? – a pattern? Annoyances of...

The grass is frozen,  Upon the green fields of my tender heart. The minds wise moose Will guide it every time.   My eyes had wandered off into the distance.  As though it was up close, I saw my home....

Weird, momentary jealousy  Of someone’s ability to Care. As humans, we never Let down our guard for feeling Validation From people we adore. At least, it’s rare. Yet when it comes to the expression of Our anger, sadness;  absurdity just...

Nothing can replace The instrumental role of mental touch, Of feeling what is best For us. Most likely will Remain unknown –        as rough is mind’s resistance. Yet anything we love and feel for is the truth,...

No shameless sun appears tonight No moon seems knowledgeable of Light. Of day We roam our streets which fill with meaning Our minds. We know the feeling Of quickly searching for a shade. All those complaints, demanding Weather to be...