I pause in moments, in glancesDoes it cover me in colour?Emotions scattered across the Lake of a thousand screams,the hearts of millions darkened by the silence of the joyless.Calmness offers its favour, O it does. Yet my eyes full of mystique and rage melt the very hand before me. Why does this lake taint the emotion of a moral man? is he so moral?Its colours fragmented like thy darkness under...

This is my debut single "COPY".This song depicts what I see everyday in our society. People influenced so heavily by others that instead of embracing what makes them  truly unique, they choose to be what they see in the media - a COPY.Lyrics:[Verse 1]You don't talk much do you?Not much is saidDon't talk much do youWhat goes on inside that head?You don't talk much do you?Mystery in that smileYo...

I hope you’re well! My name’s Grace Clift, and I’m a bedroom pop indie artist from the UK. I’m 15, and I’ve been releasing singles since 2018, and my debut EP on May 28th this year! Some of my influences are Girl in Red, Clairo, dodie, beabadoobee and Cavetown, and I write, produce and promote my songs all from home. This is my song “Orange Juice”, which is the first of 5 tracks on my EP that ...

Warmth lingers in the air,honey-thick, seeping inthrough the thick glassof a classroom window.Deep inside my arm,a vein protests atthe stillness of mybody, and buzzes gently.A soft face standsat the head of asometimes cacophonousherd of teenagers.Above all,waving and movingdelightfully; enthusiastically-a smile curling the lips.Her voice is warm,heated sound, soothingto the ear, as tothe mind.A...

I woke up with a headache yesterday night was quite different like all night’s, I look to my left and there was my ex girlfriend tuckered out from the previous evening. Everyone told me she was toxic but I alway thought she was worth it, a few minutes she’ll wake up and ask for a line of coke. I look at the window as it hails outside with a bottle of Jack on my hand, looking down on the glum to...

We’re sitting on the steps  where your fingersfirst met my foreheadas beads of sweat settled in the twilit haze -tell me a secret,you laughed and then said. I whispered.My head resting -skull held up by the bones inyour thigh,encouraging meto look into the violet sky. I’m sitting on the stepsbut I am now alone.Sit back down, I’d tell youif I could,and tell me a secret -make it good. I’ll carry ...

Nix Moraa Kenya Love Ongwenyi, she's been home with her parents for almost three months now. She watches shows like the Midnight Gospel and Bojack Horeseman.At least once a day she's eating a cheeseburger handed to her in a paper bag. Overall she wants to go back to her November, the late summer of 2021.But the past is gone, there is not a path for her to go back in sight. All she can do now is...

You and your Spanish name:you really do have a way with swords.To have made me feel I was older,or that I was a silver medal holder.Months on,I wish we'd never called.The worst part isI keep a line in herebecause I hear it in your voice.Narrating my nightmaresto tell methe unreal.

I love your mundane,your minute minutes.What colour milk do you get shall we doa white wash today is there any broccoliwhat shall we have for dinner tonight did you hear what he said will you do the shop tomorrow I made your bed anything to add to the list pass the salt.I want your domestic,the language that holds our hands.

hi hi :) i'm vic, and i'm a nineteen-year-old spanish-filipino-american artist based in nyc. this is a collection of 5 different bodies of work, all of them very close to my heart. i hope they touch you in a similar way.