Tag "Love"

Poetry 8 Comments

When You Love Someone

When you love someone You live in the realm of fantasies You create unimaginable pictures in your head And long for them all to be real Love gives you hope

Editor's Desk 9 Comments

Nothing Truly Beautiful Ever Asks For Attention

“Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention.” This quote has stuck with me ever since I heard my coworker speak the words. Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention –

Editor's Desk 8 Comments

AN ODE TO BORING LOVE

I often feel inundated with so much art, discussion, and philosophy on all the myriad ways we fall in and out of love. I am the first to admit that

The Happenings 6 Comments

“Being With Lauren Taught Me Self-Love.” Samira Wiley And Lauren Morelli Tell Their Love Story

Most of us know the general tale of Samira Wiley and Lauren Morelli falling in love on the set of Orange is the New Black. That Wiley was an actress

Poetry 1 Comment

Scars Of Love

If the skies are blue Roses red and the grass green My love for you would be dark The tar of charcoal, like a black hole Where stars dare not

Our Stories 12 Comments

LOVE, TRUST AND LETTING GO

If you live in Nigeria, you know the struggle to be gay. The struggle which involves having to play off your relationship as a simple friendship in public so as

Our Stories 3 Comments

LOVE: DO WE DESERVE IT?

They say everyone deserves love. They say love is neither earned nor forced but comes on its own. They say love can’t be repressed, shut down or subdued. Even the

Poetry 3 Comments

ALL THE CALM I NEED

That night was lit The night I got lost The very night I was deep in thought. The night I chose to stay Destiny blew a work of art my

Series (Non-Fiction) 18 Comments

THE OPEN LOVE LETTERS: Entry 3

Dear You Last night was very hard. Actually, it wasn’t all of last night. I woke up by 2am to a night that was breathing peacefully. It felt like something

Fiction 19 Comments

On The Line

“Kill the gays! Kill them!” Chima thundered. Chima’s eyes resembled the fiery pellets that seeped through the roof into the hut. We were cornered by love and tradition. Two Romeos,