City lights, cold embrace

Ask me for another chance

Rain fights the sun away

Promise you’ll call again

Even if you can’t

Dark clouds cover the sky

Introduce me to her golden eyes

Echo of the crowds around us

Might as well turn to dust

Cold embrace under city lights

Ancient waited goodbye

Remember me when it rains

Painting the skies gray again

so Eager to escape

Clouds are gone in the morning

Remarkably

And I’m done with hoping

Surprisingly

More importantly

Entire day waits for me

I’ll Invite the sun in

Discover its hidden scenery

Eclipse of the heart won’t last

Pain will melt into tears

Rather it will slip away

And the ache will...the ache will

Crawl out with it

Somehow it found me

Although I didn’t search for it

Right when I wanted to fall

Calm of the sea waves

Entirely, I allow it to swallow me

Painting me

Reflecting me

Abandoning the shore

Closing the chapter, ending my war

Author: Iris Sinclair 

Just like the buses changed lanes

And trains stopped travelling

I waited for you to wait for me

And the tulips bloomed

And their seasons passed

The stories surge to unfold

Because the love didn’t last

I waited for you

And moved on too fast

However, I still remember

All our summer nights

And the way moon would kiss the sea

And the sea would laugh in waves

And waves would send shivers

Down to the seabeds

Teaching sea creatures

How one’s joy easily spreads

Will I ever get to tell you

Even through a lie?

That I didn’t want to say

Goodbye

I don’t want to waste time

Swimming through my pool of regrets

When I had you

And I got to drown in your scent

As the bus lanes change again

I’ll travel with the old trains 

And in love’s honor I’ll pluck today

From the sea’s depth

Author: Iris Sinclair 

The sand of time still falls,
Each breath is strained,
My soul’s unchained!
Life for me calls.

My heart is full in unbridled bloom,
A banquet set with rot and rose.
I drink from cups no sane man chose,
And laugh in this here caged room.

What luck I’ve lacked, I trade for flame,
A borrowed sun within my chest,
While gods debate what curse fits best,
I whisper joy, and stake my claim.

This flesh is stitched with thread,
No kiss to places where I’ve bled.
But I was raised to mock the sky.
Oh how I still can burn, can fly!

They wrote my fate in broken bone,
A script of flares, of fevered nights,
Yet still I climb the brittle heights,
Planting flowers where naught have grown.

I hold each second like a sword,
But still am fate’s favourite ward.
A blaze against the cold, the end.
No healing comes, so rules I bend.

Let daybreak stitch me to the sky,
Let noon turn my scars to gold.
Let dusk not find me dim or cold,
But fierce with all I’ve dared to try.

To my last breath, I avoid certain death,
I claim my life back for me!

Carpe Diem for as long as I’m free.

Author: Miroslava Mrkalj 

Now is the time.

Now we seize the moment.

Now. Just you and I.

Now we shall dance.

Now we shall sing.

Now we shall have fun.

Now. Because tomorrow might not come.

Now or never.

Now we get out there.

And now we overcome the fear of tomorrow.

Author: Sandra Silaj 

Go out, have fun.

Dance.

Sing.

Drink.

Go out, leave the worry inside.

The time is now,

For you might not make it to tomorrow.

Live while you can.

Live your life as you wish,

Don’t let them tell you what you can and can’t do.

Dance.

Sing.

Drink.

Go out and live.

Author: Sandra Silaj 

Fill your lungs with fresh air.

Breathe in the new day.

Enjoy.

Enjoy today.

Don’t leave it for tomorrow.

Do it today.

Enjoy the sun.

Enjoy the moon.

Fill each day with fun.

Author: Sandra Silaj 

It’s recently become more popular

to play hard to get,

to act nonchalant

and hide what you truly want.

I don't see why you press down your feelings

instead of shouting them up to the ceilings.

Why can’t you just love loudly,

proudly

and madly?

Why do you engage

in this endless game of chase—

trying to hide

when you blush red in the face,

constantly avoiding

that simple embrace?

Why do you procrastinate,

never asking them on a date?

I mean at this rate,

you'll never find your soulmate.

You'll never get to hold their hand

or kiss them below the mistletoe.

So maybe you shouldn't chase.

Maybe you shouldn't encase

your feelings in a box,

sealed with chains and locks,

throwing the key

into the vast, endless sea.

Because one day, you'll look up,

and the seat across from you will be empty.

The person you loved

will have found a braver heart.

Someone who wasn't too late.

And you'll sit there,

staring at the cold coffee in your cup,

wondering how silence

cost you everything-

There is not enough time.

There never was.

There never will be.

So love now.

Speak now.

Live now—

before all that's left to hold

is the echo of what could have been.

Author: Maya T

I. Wrong Address, Day

The day is calling.

Evidently it missed the address.

It called concrete and steel of the city

instead of anyplace better.

Yet, somehow, its call must be heeded.

It simply must, and I have no say in it.

II. How the Stench Rises Like Perfume

But all the ugliness,

it makes happiness a hundred times better.

A feat to see beauty in a rain-soaked street

overflowing with graffiti and beer stench

is for the rare ones.

And if one can find beauty

in gray decay and depravity,

imagine what they can do in sunny fields!

I step forward, hoping that I seize the rainy day.

III. The Urban Rhapsody

The streets are my forest,

the rain sprinkle of magic,

gray, color of the poorest,

does not seem so tragic.

The graffiti bloom like wildflowers

and stickers scream and howl,

the grit over the scene hovers,

the scent is no longer foul.

The city calls in all its imperfection

as I cloak myself in its distance,

block by block, section by section,

thus starts the day's existence.

Author: Fabijan Škarić