





I miss it, my crazy heart longs for the parrot
I miss it, the matchless angel, the fairy
I searched for my lover, wandering through many hearts and deserts
I, the lover, my heart is a lover, my soul, I miss it
I couldn’t find her, the angel, my beloved
I sought my beloved, soaring to the heavens
I searched for Shirin and Layli, the princess, my soul’s beloved
My heart searching, eagerly seeking, yearning for the tale
I was stricken like separation, O beautiful parrot
I became enchanted, a lover, longing, I miss it
That ghazal, the parrot’s melody, took my soul to the sky
A pure heart, I became a lover, my heart longs, I miss it
—
Tursunov Abdulla Bakhrom o’g’li was born on September 18,2005, in the Nurobod district of the Samarkand region. He is currently first course in the Karshi university of history faculty.
Sen jimsanmi?
Jim tur.
Zamon aybdormas,
Hech nima chiqara olmas ovozang.
Ko‘kragingda jomdek ichi bo‘sh yurak
Tili yo‘q qo‘ng‘iroq kabi chalmas zang.
Hayot hayot emas yangi qo‘shiqsiz,
Eski qo‘shig‘ingni kuylama takror.
Jim tur. Bog‘laguncha yangidan Xudo
Yorug‘ yulduzlarga maysalardan tor.
●Aleksandr Feinberg
Are you silent?
Be silent.
Time is not to blame,
Nothing can bring forth your voice.
In your chest, a hollow heart like a bowl,
A bell without a tongue, not ringing.
Life is not life without a new song,
Don’t repeat your old song.
Be silent. Until God weaves anew
Light from stars, strings from the grass.
●Translation by Shukurilloyeva Lazzatoy Shamshodovna
Happy wedding sister!
Only you are as kind as my mother,
My dearest pearl in the world,
My loving angel
Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.
You are the happiness in my life,
Your covenants are my covenants
I will love you forever
Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.
Oh my God, thank you so much.
I will find peace for you,
all over the world,
Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.
Let your name be famous, epic, let it be
sometimes good and bad
One day our time will come,
Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.
May every happy moment be with you,
justification of discipleship,
I am like you
Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.
I love you more than my life sister.
Not for the world, your lonely soul,
Be healthy in my happy moments
Happy wedding, Dilmira sister.
May we be happy every day
Sobirjonova Rayhona, is a 10th-grade student of the 8th general secondary school in Vobkent district, Bukhara region. She was born in December 2008 in the village of Cho’rikalon, Vobkent district, in a family of intellectuals. Her parents supported her from a young age. She started writing in the 3rd grade. Her first creative poem was published in the newspaper “Vobkent Hayot”. She has also published extensively in America’s Synchaos Newspaper, India’s Namaste India Magazine, Gulkhan Magazine, Germany’s RavenCage Magazine and many other magazines and newspapers. She has also actively participated in many competitions, won high places and won many prizes. She is still busy creating.
most of my adult life
just love sitting around
listening to people bitch
about how much sleep
they are not getting
it makes me laugh
for most of my adult
life i haven’t got more
than four hours a night
people are usually
shocked and warn me
about how unhealthy
that totally is
usually, i’ll shoot
them a look and then
they will understand
i have no interest
in living a long life
just want to get the
shit done i can while
i’m living
i won’t give two shits
about any of this after
i die
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where nothing good ever happens
and here come
the ghosts of all
the nightmares
to come
a leonard cohen
paradise overtaken
by david lynch
she laughs as i
nervously pace
the floor
i ask her
what’s
so funny
she says your zipper
is down dumbass
i look and realize
the zipper is now
broken but it has
become a black hole
where nothing good
ever happens
yet another one
of those sad truths
i pour myself a drink
and start the process
of ending this once
and for all
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starts to taste like sorrow
anytime my birthday rolls
around i start thinking
about death
i know i don’t have that
many more to live through
the parties don’t happen
anymore
the alcohol starts to taste
like sorrow
i can’t help but think
of the number of people
that don’t remember
but it would be a crime
if i would forget theirs
this is where i should
have embraced being
a sociopath earlier in
life and just burn all
the fucking bridges
to the ground
instead
its a restless night alone
patiently waiting for death
or a partner to do it for me
imagine those poems
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she said i love you two days ago
thanks for wasting my time
that was the line some russian
bot typed to me after i refused
to give her money to take care
of her sick grandmother
it made me wonder, i’m sure
these bots have a certain quota
they have to meet each day
and given the number of times
i say no to going out to get a
gift card or send money
they must get pretty frustrated
given all the nude pictures
they send
i want to think of it like
a sweatshop
but the workers are killed
when they don’t meet that
quota
now there’s a thought that
will have me sleeping
comfortable at night
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some majestic soul
turn on the
old tunes
a cool woman
by your side
old enough now
to understand
the games of
love
and all the
silliness that
wastes everyone’s
time
fall asleep in the
arms of an angel
some majestic soul
that has decided
you’re the lucky
one
finally, a damn lottery
i didn’t have to buy
a ticket for
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Dope Fiend Daily, Disturb the Universe Magazine and Horror Sleaze Trash. Rumor has it, he may have a new book of poems coming out sometime in 2025. You can find him daily on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
Where?!
I returned home back
But ………
Where’s my neighborhood?!
Where’s my friends?!
Where’s my home?!
Where’s my balcony?!
Where’s my Olivera?
Where’s my beautiful flowers?!
Where’s my cup of coffee?!
Where’s my books and papers?!
Where’s my memories?
Where’s my things?!
Where am I ?!
Ahmed Miqdad
Gaza
Mehran Hashemi: A Poet’s Journey from Silence to Words
I was born and raised in Iran, in a neighborhood where dreams often felt out of reach. Financial struggles shaped my childhood, and from an early age, I learned what it meant to fight—not with fists, but with resilience.
“”blowing bubbles
takes me back to my childhood
when i was immersed
in sweet reveries
dreaming of blooming hope
when the world’s vastness
could be grasped by my little hands
and i wasn’t burdened
by the sun that never sets””
As a student, I excelled academically, but beneath my achievements lay an unbearable weight of stress and anxiety. Something inside me whispered that I was different, that I was meant for something greater, yet the world outside wasn’t so kind. Bullying was a constant in my life—first as a child, then as a teenager in high school. My body felt weak, not just because of the torment I endured but also because of my fragile health. Chronic sinusitis and severe allergies kept me in and out of hospitals, making antibiotics a staple in my life. I was a slender, self-conscious boy, struggling with deep insecurities. I attended therapy for over a decade to navigate stress, social anxiety, and panic attacks. But no matter how hard I tried, I felt like I was drowning in a world that refused to understand me.
“”depression is like a dark umbrella
that doesn’t let me
face the rain””
Then, in 2019, everything changed.
Scrolling through Instagram, I came across a short, powerful poem. Just a few words, yet they carried an entire universe of meaning. Something about it resonated deeply with me, sparking a desire to create something just as meaningful. I started writing poetry—simple, short verses that captured my emotions, struggles, and hopes. At first, I hesitated to share them, but when I did, people connected with my words in ways I never imagined.
“”if i am a poet today
it’s because i once gazed at the moon
and she reminded me
that i carry a sun within””
For the first time, I felt seen. Writing became my sanctuary, a place where my thoughts—homeless for so long—finally found a home. The love and support I received encouraged me to keep writing, first on Instagram and then on other platforms. The more I wrote, the more my audience grew.
“”when nobody was there
to listen to me
i noticed the ears of a paper
silently wanted to hear
so i talked
then the world listened””
In 2023, I took the leap and published my first poetry book, Light Needs Darkness to Shine. The response was overwhelming. After that, I published Drinking Ink (2024), Caged Hope (2024), and Homeless Thoughts (2025).
My poetry was also featured in Poets Straight from the Notes App (2024) and Musing Around at Midnight (2024). I later collaborated on My Sad is Sadder Than Yours (2023), an art-graphic poetry book, and Thunderstroke (2025), a poetical memoir.
After publishing Light Needs Darkness to Shine, I began receiving significant recognition. I was featured in a paperback magazine, interviewed by several online platforms, and had articles written about my journey and my work. The attention and appreciation from readers and fellow creatives fueled my desire to keep writing and sharing my voice.
Today, I continue to write, not just for myself but for those who feel unseen, unheard. I write for the child who, like me, felt too small for the world, for the dreamer who just needed one sentence to remind them they mattered.
“”i know life can be ugly
but remember
everything has a reason
like when you’re hopeless
and your head is down
you see a beautiful flower
on the ground that you couldn’t find
through the sky”
Because sometimes, all it takes is a single poem to change a life.