Define Beauty

By Suwen Liew Beauty is a form of contradiction. An eviction, that leaves us staring at a reflection which will never be good enough, Because we’re too busy Weighing ourselves On a scale that says “fat”. On a scale that lacks reasoning. Where waists have to be paper thin, Where thighs have to be thinner […]

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Splitting Hairs

By Suwen Liew The distraction attraction, That gives me a fraction of stability, To keep my head from untying itself from pandora’s box, The ticking clock- counting down to inanity Before the storm’s waves hit me again. Flooded by delirium’s common trend catching myself in a net of numbness, Where my thoughts are not my […]

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Self-Obsessed

By Suwen Liew They condemn us for being self obsessed. For being in love with ourselves. For being attracted to our own beauty, When truly it is just a form of reliability- In search of an acceptance that is barely there. a concrete form of it that can be understood. Beauty is a concept – […]

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Inspiration (or lack thereof)

By Sasha Rose Cook  a sigh. tortured. dramatic. (too dramatic). an impatient tap of fingernails against the spacebar. a desperate glance around the room. will the cupboards inspire me? how about the empty mug of tea (that i still haven’t rinsed) or the banana peel that’s slowly but steadily browning? nope. a sigh. a look […]

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Memories

By Suwen Liew Losing memory- Obelisks of time. Grand temples to be tampered with, inscribed into fading monoliths. Conjoined with a hidden history. Recollections and myths, scripts to consolidate. Papyrus scrolls for skin, And old ink for hieroglyphs -beginning to rub away. Away from reality and recollection. Days go by like blank canvases and white […]

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Partisan Beauty

By Suwen Liew My profile is equivalent to my social sanity, where pictures form pedestals to society’s acceptance- a garden of eden. A monarchy, where gaudy flower crowns crown queens, and beauty is established through flushed filters of purity. Disguises that cleanse our flaws, correct them. But when unsheathed, make us feel explicitly raw to […]

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Back

By Elise Bugeja I’m back. Returned to what was old but now present Back to the waiting room. Punished to be waiting To be contemplating how we keep creating paths back to where we first felt safest. The place we’ve grown out of, its uncomfortable now. But we scavenge for any scraps of happiness that’s […]

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