Category Archives: CHAOS
Art from Mark Young
Poetry from Nosirova Gavhar
A wish for young people You live under a dome Above the earth in peace Searching day and night You want knowledge today. You are always eager for knowledge Towards a dream, goal, intention Looking forward to great things today Overcome the challenge. It's a good night even if it's sleepless Today is your day, even if it goes without rest One day you will definitely get it To the bright life you want. Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya&;s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.
Essay from Dildora Toshtemirova
Dreams will definitely come true
You can always achieve your dreams. You just have to believe and act. It’s true that sometimes you get depressed, things may not seem like it, but your efforts will pay off one day. You just have to sincerely believe in dreams.
I also have many dreams and I am gradually achieving these dreams.
You know, many years ago, when I was 6 or 7 years old, my parents used to take us to many festivals and theaters, and I was envious of those who participated in the festival or those who acted on stage. I used to say to myself that I wish I could go to the stage and take part in the celebrations. I dreamed of being like them, thinking that maybe I would be like them when I grow up. I had forgotten this dream of mine. But when I was young, I was so envious that I was able to play a role in the theater at the age of 14 and at the age of 15 to perform on the big stage at the festival. After a long time, I achieved my dream. True, some people may say that this is both a job and a dream, but I am very happy that I have achieved my dream from my youth and I once again believed that if a person really wants something, that dream will come true. Your dream may not come true when you want it, but your dream may come true at an unexpected time.
Believe in your dreams and keep moving. Because you can’t make dreams come true.
Toshtemirova Dildora Hakim qizi. She was born on October 9, 2008. A lot has been achieved so far. Here articles and poems have been published in many newspapers and magazines. Member of many organizations. She is the holder of an international certificate.
Poetry from Ubali Ibrahim Hashimu and Maryam Yakubu
HEARTS ETERNAL DREAM Tell me again, how do I stop myself? From savouring the bliss of your warm body, That quenched my heart with everlasting affection, And it made me sense the warmth of your breath. Having you my side is what I dreamt of, Your embrace fills me with joy I can't name, Your warmth, a home to strength & hope in this life, Losing it to me would be a cruel, painful game. I never dreamt of having you as a partner, But when you now appear in reality, All flowers bloom, and I pray to live with you, Until the sun kisses the star & the moon begun to cry. I never thought I'd meet someone like you, But now I know this love is strong and true, You are the one who makes my heart sing, Even when the world is filled with fear and strife, I will be yours forever, my king. Ubali Ibrahim and Maryam Yakubu
Poetry from J.J. Campbell
------------------------------------------------------- simpatico the soft brown skin all the inside jokes no one understands us it shouldn't work love shouldn't be anywhere near whatever this is but i see the look in your eyes simpatico fuck the world stack all the fucking decks against us we will break them all down with glee with love with a never-ending sense of what is right i lick the honey off of your finger and kiss you with all of what i have left to give everything doesn't do it justice rescued an old soul from the bitter edge hopefully now, we jump together ------------------------------------------------------ if we could get away with it i remember being on vacation with the family and my father got us lost while hiking in the great smoky mountains it might have been the first time i ever thought i wonder if we killed him here if we could get away with it trust me, it wasn't the last as the dysfunction grew, the vacations became crazier and crazier eventually, i was driving and the thought became a notion that i actually had a say in never did kill him but i sure was a happy motherfucker when he did die i'm sure his family reads these poems part of me wonders if they ever understood the monster he became the other part of me is pretty damn sure they don't care which is fine not everyone is cut out for the family life one of the genes my father has passed along to me ---------------------------------------------------------- like a beautiful woman i treat my pain like a beautiful woman it will kill me and it is a race to see who gets there first i'm just a bystander along for the ride sometimes, i even get to participate the pills never seem to work but jack daniels is always in my corner every once in a while i'd love for that beautiful woman to grab the shotgun in the corner and use me as target practice somewhere, burroughs is shining up an apple a soft embrace on a sweaty night two lost lovers trying to make up for all the moments that have escaped along the way, the pain became love and love will kill us all -------------------------------------------------- the endless temptation hopelessly devoted to the last beautiful soul i ever want to know longing for that kiss the look of desire the endless temptation on the tip of her tongue dancing under a full moon the autumn crisp in the air she whispers i love you into my ear my heart starts to skip a beat if i'm lucky i'll die in her arms before either of us get a chance to ruin the moment -------------------------------------------------- mister right now remember the one that gave you the stevie nicks vibes? the one that you had the most sexual chemistry with i was only mister right now for her she never was going to settle for anything less than forever, with whom she is still with welcome to the other side of the coin where you are nobody's forever, at least anymore hell, mister right now hasn't seen the light of day for years now there comes a time when you can't deny how much reality fucking sucks sometimes losers are the glue of society you remember writing that a lifetime ago? sure, still believe it still understand my place in it all more people die alone than you happen to read about in the newspapers J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is slowly wasting away in the suburbs, drinking away the pain from arthritis. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at The Asylum Floor, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Rye Whiskey Review, Horror Sleaze Trash Quarterly and The Beatnik Cowboy. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
Poetry from Wazed Abdullah
Life Life's melody, a song we sing, In every breath, a new beginning. With each step taken, paths unfurl, In the dance of joy, and the storm's whirl. Moments shared, like treasures found, In the silence, hear life's gentle sound. Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.