My lips have become
A parched land
From the drought
Of not saying your name
For so long,
Even when my tongue
Brushes over the cracked surface
I feel a familiar ache
To just return to the taste of you
Upon my lips,
But then I remember,
No matter the yearning for you to be the one,
There were empty kisses you left behind,
A trail my lips have tried to erase,
But, parches over instead,
Leaving croaks of syllables in the air.
© Soshinie Singh
Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling
I was in the store, standing in the same spot as every day dressed in my best.
“Just another boring day”, I thought to myself. As if God waited for me to show my disappointment in him, he waltzed in, his sleek body and silky hair, dressed in black.
That was love at first sight for me.
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in between washing the dishes
Ammi yells at me
curses her life
all I did was accidentally leave the
glass by the tv
I roll my eyes and lock myself in the bathroom
until she’s done the cooking in the kitchen
I come back outside
and plug my brain into the tv
so she can’t throw more side comments my way
Her anger is for me not becoming the person she wished I be
My anger is for her never defending me
but we push it down
we swallow it, chug it down like a bottle of whiskey
let the damage be done inside
all we notice is the burning madness
showing in our swollen eyes
from crying all night
Photography Credit: Chip Johnston
Plant a flower
And watch it shed
You reap only what you sow
Seeds of sorrows
i can feel the brokenness
moving inside of you
it’s like a magnet
i need to hold you close and repel the fears
that rob you of your peaceful eyes
allow me to be your knight during those nights
when darkness comes to bring you wool
perhaps i’m so attracted to these cracks in your foundation
because i’m familiar with the void
and the depths it produces
when we lack the ability to avoid
i know you need a guardian
that makes you feel safe as you hide
let me provide some sort of blanket for your security
even if it may only be
for a short time.
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Hatred permeates through walls
If only our souls wasn’t so translucent
To capture the very essence of innocence
That blooms tenderly under your nourishment
Continually I seek your guidance
Eventually your approval controlled my actions
Will you please excuse my weakness
Trust me you will never be able
To penetrate my vulnerabilities again
It’s been about a month
Since the hands on the clock moved at all
Since the world’s spinning slowed to a crawl
Since my heart’s last beat
But today I change all that
Today I come back
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Swipe left. Right. Left. Right. Right. It’s a match. OMG. Gonna try to talk. See if there’s anyone there. No reply. Swipe left. Right. Right. Left. Left. Oh, they replied. Geez, only that? Well, let’s try something more. Oh no, they replied something less. Swipe right. Left. Left. Right again. There’s always a match. They don’t really talk. It’s ok like that. Because every time we “connect”, my ego has a blast.
© Máh Lima
Dear Voices in my head,
I should probably start with hello. But I am not. You are talking to me right now, questioning me. Like you always do.
You made your first entry into my life when I was 7 years old. I was asked to sing in front of my friends. You told me I wasn’t good enough. You told me I am horrible. And, although I might offend you, I didn’t like you. I hated you.
Continue reading Open Letter to The Voices In My Head
I felt the damage.
I saw the darkness in you
and wanted to live there.
I curled up against your secrets
and made myself safe
within the familiar scent of anguish.
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