Joyride
I hadn’t slept in a while. In a weird way, I was looking forward to that infinite train ride to the coast. My feet were dribbling inside...
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Humairaa Mayet
- Jun 13
- 2 min
‘The Words’
The morning the words left my body, I gathered up the pages, folded them up and packed them neatly into rows of cardboard boxes. My heart...
Felodeli
- May 17
- 2 min
ALL THE BEST
When you are sitting by the window and the sun is shining in your face, but you can't manage that your forehead gapes apart. Because you...
Humairaa Mayet
- May 2
- 2 min
On Being 23
I am plain and unremarkable, like cosmos flowers - you might find a little beauty if you stop and look hard enough. No one ever does,...
Cynthia TM
- Apr 11
- 2 min
Stormbound
Since the day you met me You called me dangerous “storms don’t name themselves” I said once to you But do storms even know they’re ...
Bianca Ghelbere
- Apr 1
- 3 min
You are...never enough...but always too much
„You are too sensitive, you are too weak, why did you even get so attached? Why do you show emotions, you will just end up being used.“...
Felodeli
- Mar 25
- 2 min
THEN LEAVE!
Then just leave, go! What more can I say, huh? Should I maybe beg you to stay with me? Should I beg you and beg like a dog? What do you...
Cynthia TM
- Mar 7
- 2 min
Old Sweaters
“Not looking for romantic love. Just the love that feels like an old sweater. Warm and present for years and years.” – Cynthia I thought...
Martina Minto
- Mar 4
- 2 min
I used to fear for my sanity every single day
you remember that time when I told you we had by then had ten too many beers and you got so angry that I feared you were going to do...
Martina Minto
- Feb 15
- 1 min
My Father’s Hands
my father’s hands caught me as I was brought into this world my father’s hands kept me closer on a balcony at the mountain house my...
Humairaa Mayet
- Feb 4
- 2 min
BONES
My bones are soft when I wake up. Every morning I wish that my spine could be pulled from between my shoulder blades, Threaded through a...
Martina Minto
- Jan 25
- 1 min
Sadness is like a bad girlfriend
sadness is like a bad girlfriend she comes over whenever she pleases usually at night, when it’s dark and lonely creeps under the covers...
Felodeli
- Dec 13, 2021
- 2 min
Schwadeli mud - "Morning strudel"
Yes, I would be tempted to climb a painting. It would trigger such a crackling joy in me that I would want to absorb everything that...
Humairaa Mayet
- Nov 26, 2021
- 6 min
an untitled poem | colours
if I were to spread my life out at my feet, like the faded persian rug at my grandmother’s house. it would look nothing like a persian...
Cynthia TM
- Nov 9, 2021
- 1 min
Wallflower
Trigger warning: suicide, self-harm I wish for my body to explode into a pile of flowers That way, my existence will be that of a flower...
Tokisuke
- Sep 20, 2021
- 1 min
The Primrose Lullaby
A text I wrote from my grandmother's point of view. During her final years on earth she had been suffering from dementia. How did I get...
Natalie Vaccaro
- Sep 7, 2021
- 1 min
Spiraling into Derealization
One moment it is all there The fire, the passion, the life . . . Tears, pain, bubbling through the cracks. Then? Nothing. A body emptied,...
About Blue Mango
Blue Mango... bet it's not the mango you were expecting, right?!
Sometimes you have to look at things in a more creative way, from a different perspective – an angle we did not consider or even think of before. It's time to step outside the box and find greatness in the unexpected. With the Blue Mango Blog, we inspire and motivate young people to use the powerful tool of language.
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