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“Displaced” by Sarah James

I’m the piece of the puzzle that’s been tossed into a box
Trapped with all the pieces that have been lost
I don’t have any straight edges
I’ve been trying for so long to find my place
Between friendships, relationships, and incompatible minds
I haven’t found a place that’s truly mine
I’ll meet new people
Reconnect with others from the past
But nothing ever sticks
I’m left behind
Trying to reconfigure this puzzle that I don’t belong to
Hoping somehow, someone else got tossed in the same pile as me
That our pieces will connect
I’ll finally be whole

(Photo by Andrew Spencer on Unsplash)

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“Morning Chat Series” Ep. 03 – Fear

Ep.03: Fear

In the third episode of this motivational series, Rochelle tackles the subject of fear.

At the time this episode was filmed, Rochelle had a personal experience with fear. Continue reading “Morning Chat Series” Ep. 03 – Fear

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Fictional.

Perhaps she let
fear hold her back.

Her head reeled with
thoughts like fractals,
an endless realm.
Things became difficult
and intense and made
her desire to sleep.

She knew there was
never an acceptable
reason to deny love,
but at the time it seemed
like an unattainable miracle
to be chosen.

She should have
drank deeply
to reveal
the exquisite
nature of things,
instead
she sank meekly
with silent
shadows of failure,
escaping parted lips,
a breath
coalesced
with ridiculous
fictional
longings.

 

 

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Photograph: Lanaya

@writing.for.the.calm

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A Walk Behind My Heart

I walked behind
my heart,
Covered up to the thighs
in its rivers,

freezing from the chill
that it became since 
life served it grief
beyond winters,

only seeing
the calm of blood that 
passed the rest of my 
body on the inside.

we learned to flow
together,
to search for ourselves
On the walls & floors 
of my flesh,
 Continue reading A Walk Behind My Heart
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I Am Not Afraid of Time

There’s a faint voice in my chest
Telling me I have no time on which to hold
Insisting that I hurry
Whispering steadily, speedily
That I quicken my step
Hasten my ascent to ever fleeting success
Incessantly reminding me of my age
And that I am becoming too old for firsts or fresh starts
So I speak over myself
Loudly
Drowning out the tick-tocking
While respecting that I only get so many before I end
I will acknowledge but will not fear time

 

 

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Photography: Lanaya

@writing.for.the.calm

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#GenreSpokenWord Artist – Victoria Angelique (Contest Winner)

GENRE SPOKEN WORD CONTEST (Aug 21st – Sept 3rd)

Victoria Angelique was chosen as the winner for the Genre Spoken contest that was held from Aug 21st – Sept 3rd!

The topic that was selected for the contest was fear.

Please enjoy her powerful performance and make sure to follow her on instagram! @livingartistry_

 

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#GenreSpokenWord Artist – MJ Fouldes

GENRE SPOKEN WORD CONTEST (Aug 21st – Sept 3rd)

MJ Fouldes was selected as a runner up for the Genre Spoken contest that was held from Aug 21st – Sept 3rd.

The topic that was selected for the contest was fear.

Enjoy his chilling entry and make sure to follow him on instagram! @mjfouldes

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#GenreSpokenWord Artist – Dillon Jensen

GENRE SPOKEN WORD CONTEST (Aug 21st – Sept 3rd)

Dillon Jensen was selected as a runner up for our Genre Spoken contest that was held from Aug 23rd – Sept 3rd

The topic that was selected for the contest was fear.

Enjoy his awesome entry and make sure to follow him on instagram! @dillonjensen

 

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Jealousy

Jealousy runs through my veins.
My mind turns against me with thoughts I can’t contain.
There’s no positive side to feeling this way.
It’s hard to hold back the snap,
things I never meant to say.
No, I know they’re not true.
It’s just that jealousy clouds me and I feel confused.
I am aware it’s not the best part of me
and it comes from all my hidden insecurities.
And the thought that maybe I am not enough…
Jealousy haunts me like a ghost.
But I am conscious of its presence
and I pray to God I will detain it.
Before, blind, I wreck havoc.
And hurt all the people I love.

© Máh Lima

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Morning Rituals

Every morning
Between bites
Of a buttery paratha
And gharam chai
I was reminded
By Ammi

Be nice to everyone
Say thank you and sorry
Remember your manners
Make sure you’re clean
Respect your teachers
Don’t give them a chance
To think
We’re bad
Only say how good religion is
We’re civilized
So they get this
Terrorist image out of their head

And I thought to myself
How funny that I have to convince
Others to treat me
See me like them

Like a human.