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“Choices” by Jeni G.

“Choices” by Jeni G.

Picture and poetry by Jeni G.


“Delirium” by Reha


i vividly remember –
building castles in air
entering doorways through a light beam
meeting strangers with familiar eyes
i remember it all too well

neither a dream
nor cognitive distortions
maybe this is the world
i’ve always belonged to

where you stamped
the castles, as failures
the doorways, as heartbreaks
the eyes, an ethereal illusion

but darling all this while
you were the moon in delirium
and i the sunlight,
hoping one day
you’d find your own light.


“Delirium Design” by Jonathan Falk

Poetry by Reha, picture by Jonathan.

“The Sentry Box” by Jeni G.

The Sentry Box

Once it was the barracks
of an old and proud regiment
The parade ground rang
with the sound of soldiers marching
and shouting out of orders
the sentry kept watch
from his box by the gates.

The regiment is now disbanded
no longer the pride of the town
the parade ground rings
with the sound of tourists chatting
and children playing
the sentry box stands empty
forgotten in front of the gate

But wait! Is that an echo I hear
whispering across time
the sound of soldiers marching
and shouting out of orders
the changing of the guard
in his box by the gate.

“The Sentry Box” by Jeni G.

Poem and picture by Jeni G.

“Mouse Grey” by bm3poetic

Covers pulled up tight
Winter blanketing my view
Haze hanging
On the horizon

Time to feel merry
But all I feel is blue
Brushing away icicles

Encircling my heart
Breathing fire across
My veins

Memories of childhood
Lost behind a layer
Of dust

Sadness clinging in the crevices
Footprints across my soul

“Mouse Grey” by bm3poetic

Text and picture by bm3poetic. Click the picture.

“Midnight Maya” by Jessica Marisol Flores

In my mayan night, I wish upon a star for my ancestors to bring, colorful kisses into this world made of steel.

“Midnight Maya” by Jessica Marisol Flores

Tlaloc will bring the rain over the corn field, so my people can feed from Xipetotec blessing and Metsi’s feels.

​”Unspoken Tales of Art Poem Series” – Reha

​Unspoken Tales of Art Poem Series//

It all starts
One dark night.
One face,
Buried in the pillow.
Another face,
Transfixed towards infinity.
One’s feet,
Can’t move out of bed.
Walking the edge of terrace.
Tired of carrying stones,
Of past in the heart.
Exhausted, speaking to those
Who never lend an ear.
One depressed,
Another heartbroken.
One giving in,
Another giving up.
But none knows,
How lives can change,
In a flash of a moment.
How a thought
Comes by the wind,
Flickering the candle
Turning the pages,
Of your current chapter
To one, you never knew
Existed in your story.
Sweeping you far away
From the fields of emptiness
And filling you with an ecstasy
Not everyone’s gifted to receive.
And that my dear
Is how art arrives.
In a flash of a moment,
Flying in through the window,
Settling down beside you,
On the sheets,
Streets, terrace,
Wherever you are.
Simply waiting
For you to step in,
The rebellion called art,
And begin creating
That lasts a forever.






I know,
There’s something more to you,
Than what you seem.
I know,
There’s a myriad of hues,
Beneath your bones and skin.
I know,
You try to camouflage in the crowd,
But there’s miles of mysteries within.
And I think,
I know more than a few things.
I feel,
As if I already know you.
From a different time and space,
Where you didn’t care,
About people, place or pursuit.
Where you embraced,
Your reflection more than opinions.
Where you believed,
Your words over scripted quotes.
Where you allowed yourself,
To breathe more than respiration.
Where you used to be You,
And not just a hologram of You.
And always know,
That I’ll know,
How much you’ve seen all this time,
Never knowing what it might do to you.
How far you’ve drifted away,
From what you are meant to be.
How long you’ve been struggling,
To give this journey a purpose.
And although I can’t tell,
How long life’s furnace,
Will keep breathing fire.
I surely know,
A diamond is in making.
Keep evolving,
As the world revolves.
Just try,
Never to get so hard,
That you become one,
Which breaks itself into pieces.
Watch my words,
But never let them grow over you.
Read me,
Never become me.






I don’t always have
The best lines to write,
Yet I scribble.
I don’t always know
Of the nicest words to say,
Still I speak.
I mostly don’t know
Where to end a poem,
But I do pause,
Where thoughts take a turn,
Where memories flood in,
Where going on gets tough,
Where it’s simply a wait until next time.
I pause,
But never stop.
I decorate,
Every chapter of my life,
With commas and brackets,
And when I feel like putting an end,
I plant a semicolon instead;
For art has no end.
You can pause,
But never put a full stop.
And you and me,
And everyone in between,
Are nothing but nature’s portraits.
Sculptures that speak,
Flesh that feels,
Heart that weaves,
Mind that thinks,
And confuses,
Pause with rewind,
Play with stop.
Only to replay,
Every single word,
Once again.
For there’s no full stop,
Only a pause.




“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

Back then he was king
Leading an empire of hope
In deepest darkness.

“Butterfly In The Darkness” by Eugenia Bellodi

But soon the lights struck
Convincing him to smoothen
Contrasts of beliefs.

“Twister” by Eugenia Bellodi

Understanding the
Gloomy emptyness around
Brought nothing but fears.

“Flowers Of The King” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

With closed eyes I saw
Fishes swimming to the night
Into lunar lights.

“Dreams Of Fishes” by Eugenia Bellodi

Is this my brain that
Messes my sick perception
Or just illusion?

“Fragmented Brain” by Eugenia Bellodi

Fishes may be my
Leaders and in the moon lie
Long lost comradeship.

“The Solitary Moon Is Mine” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“Going D’accord” – Oliver Ritthaler & Jonathan Falk

The road was long. In most moments we fought boredom, didn’t we? And we won. So we are here. I won’t regret a thing. Like you.

Remember those days we pasted up stickers all over the town, some works still to see. Think of us djing in dark locations until sunrise (What happened there, stays there, oh, my beauties, oh, wet walls…). Or imagine how we performed poetry in front of the working ministry, including laughing unemployeds. This was my story but now it’s ours.

We got children. Some are ours. Some are loved the same. Or are older than we both together. I have no clue of what I am talking about, that’s why I am wiser. Come into my arms and feel warmth, sister, brother, forever alien insecurities.

May the future judge, some content analysing bots or just the dust in the wind. Our hearts pump, it’s their job, blood. Your hearts may jump, that’s their will, pressure. The world’s music moves us on eternally. Everything will be alright, as long as we go d’accord. 

“Going D’accord” by Oliver Ritthaler & Jonathan Falk

Original picture by Oliver Ritthaler. Edit of picture and words by Jonathan Falk.