We miss half of what
the world has to offer.
Pay attention before the
championships are won,
the songs played out,
the moments of honesty
undone, pulled out
from under the rug. Continue reading Crumbs in the Wind
She grew up stubborn,
arms crossed in defiance,
she didn’t deal with change.
Truth is, though it’s life
and sometimes it has to be rearranged. Continue reading Bend so you don’t break….
When fear arrives,
to purge it out of me,
on a great fervor,
a passion for living,
even when my mind
is an intense
Continue reading Waiting in the Wings
A garden filled with lovely red roses, I chose a white rose
I started to stare at it meticulously before light of the day goes.
I wondered how it never felt alone, never felt unwanted, never felt left out
I plucked it and its thorns cut through my skin how words do when humans shout.
Continue reading Handful Of Love
I survived an earthquake
and my soul is still shaking inside
my heart beating too fast
what if I just trapped myself into a bigger mess
I survived an earthquake
I fought the earth
and the stars
I changed my way
I saved myself
and yet here I am
with hope hiding behind me
hoping to not be taken away
from the monstrous beast
depression that keeps
you were never meant to be happy
you were never meant to
have love that treated you right
and I don’t think I have it in me
to stand up again
to fight back
so I just whisper
I just whisper to myself
nahi nahi nahi
and someday I might
hold my self together
sew my self back up
but for now, I just whisper nahi
if you come knocking at my door
turn the knob and enter
this time I won’t answer
I’m tired of rushing to greet only to get disappointed.
I’m sorry for giving up right on your turn
it’s unfair of me to judge you
based on the actions of the ones before
or their lack thereof.
it’s ok to make yourself at home
get acquainted with the lonely rooms
pay attention to where the shadows form
I’m tired of providing only sun
and blooming when there’s no one to care for.
if after all this you decide to stay
if despite all this you still want to make home
my heart is yours to tame
my soul is yours to love.
one last word of advice, though
beware of full moons.
The tides get high
and I’d hate to drown you too.
© Máh Lima
Photo by Albert Dera on Unsplash
Our foreheads press together as we lie
Breath exhaled from your lungs becomes entangled with mine
I am enveloped by our intimacy
Secrets I’ve never shared sit tucked away in the shadows of my memory
Now they escape my mouth again
Into a place you’ve made safe
Our foreheads press together
Our breath becomes entangled
Our selves transform into one being
Do you understand
that it matters?
All the same, it does.
You were my
very own mystery
but then you
became my door–
as eternal as the
universe itself. Continue reading Step Through the Door
Creativity isn’t always beautiful. There is a desire in us as artists to share what we feel inside with the world; how can we do so when we can’t find the words ourselves? There isn’t always an easy road with which to release my emotions to words. It can be quite painful. That doesn’t make it any less meaningful.
“There are days when words and feelings pour out of me like a volcano. Aggressive and fierce, I stab through the lines on the page and rip it apart like my brain is ripping me. Then there are days when I can do nothing, My creative juices are dried up- I am breathing in coarse sand, I cough up ideas but also blood. It lines the paper all the same.”
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