Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

As one final bated breath escapes through slightly parted lips, our soul begins to slowly rise up and out from the centre of our chests. Floating towards the clouds as it makes its way home to the Other Side, it takes its time to say goodbye to the world it leaves behind. The willow trees that made it dance, the waves that soothed its stress, goodbye to skyscrapers and automobiles,  and all the people it loved best. Arriving at a velvet rope, it takes its place in queue. Behind a massive, ornate golden gate awaits an impressive door. Passing through this portal to another astral plane, this spirit feels electrified, its excitement can't be contained. The passageway opens to reveal a suspended diamond bridge that makes the Golden Gate seem like it was made for dolls,  suddenly the sweet, jasmine air erupts into thunderous applause. Below, the water is still and crystalline, in shades of azure and teal, blinking in disbelief, you cannot believe ...

Everyday, at half-past-three the bell would ring, signaling the end of the school day.  And everyday Aurora Borealis would race from her classroom to the schoolyard, wanting to be the first student through the doors of Sedona Scholars Public School.  Aurora's appetite for adventure went into sleep mode in the mornings, and was awakened as soon as class was over.  She waited in the playground for her best friend in the whole entire world, Kelsey Crowley, who she couldn't wait to regale with stories of her latest quests.  Kelsey and Aurora had been friends since kindergarten and were basically inseparable, she wore thick black framed glasses, had three freckles on either side of her nose, and had wild brown curls that could not be tamed.   Kelsey appeared through the heavy turquoise school doors and waved at Aurora.  Although she was smiling, her head hung low, and Aurora immediately knew something was wrong.  She hadn't become so good at solvi...

Anders Bromley was, and always had been, exceptionally peculiar. Even as a small child, he preferred formal attire over the shorts and sports jerseys worn by his peers, and he had somehow developed a fondness for ascots as well. He never left home without the brass pocket-watch that he had polished obsessively until it became dull and faded from his overzealous attention. Needless to say his eccentricities did not fare well with others, and his only friend in the world was his pet armadillo, Ainsley. Every morning, Anders arose from bed at exactly five twenty-one in the morning, as he had always had an affinity to that particular number. He stretched, stepped into his silk slippers, and started his day. His life of introversion had afforded him the luxury of focusing on his career, which resulted in incredible success. Anders was the CEO of SpaceQ, the world's first (and only) space exploration outfit, which had made him rich beyond his wildest dreams. Although he developed a t...

Concealed from the world about me, no self-imposed exile ever ends well. Desperate for human contact, a simple touch could break this spell. Locked away like an unkind stranger, my reflection is one that I'd rather avoid, despite aiming to be more familiar, the beast within me is easily annoyed. Time has never been on my side, my hopes died wishing on grains of sand, with the demise of every enchanted petal, I drift further away from being a man. Then you arrived in my final hour, as stagehands prepared the curtain call, and just as easily you slipped away, though I remain helplessly enthralled.

I'd climb Everest's highest peak, and swim across the Nile for you, my love, you make me weak, so I won't ever let you feel blue. Nothing could stand in my way, with me you'll never be lonely. You brighten every single day, say you'll be my one and only. Trek through the Sahara sand, I'd even fight a lion for its prey. For you, no feat would be too grand, as long as I could see your pretty face. Nothing could stand in my way, with me you'll never be lonely. You brighten every single day, Say you'll be my one and only. I would scale the Eiffel tower, over me you've got such power! For you, no deed would be too kind, I just need, I've got to make you mine. Take you to the Emerald isle, whether today, next week or in awhile, you make me shine brighter than the sun, but you just don't seem to understand that...you're my only one, my only one. Nothing could stand in my way, with me you'll never be lonely. You ...

The soft crunching of eggshells under marshmallow cushioned feet echoes through paper walls and out into the cotton candy streets. Since all snowflakes are unique, only compliments are to be received! Even the clouds are padded here in the land of make believe!

Look all around you at the  emptiness by which w e ' v e been replaced. The us of once        upon        a time, and lands far,     far       away ; Look closely, and you will see it is inside ev'ry vase, and can be found between r     u    n     n   e        r    s at every single race. It's in             the sorrowful song of s e a s h e l l s pressed to one's ears. A sound as silent as c r i c k e t s     pau          -        sing to rest whilst rehearsing Rachmaninoff with their peers. A vast, desolate w as t e land is where it thrives! Dark enclosedspaces are where it shines. It surrounds me whenever my hand sinks to the very bottom of a brand new patent leather                 ...