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

—————————————————————————–

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

————————————————————————–

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

—————————————————————————————

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

———————————————————————–

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.