Never let doubt
Cast a shadow
Over your dreams
The world needs a dreamer
Just a pocket
Needs its seams.
-J. Bright Jr. | @thatguywhowrote
Featured Image: Anne Byrd Art
I kept feeling like I wasn’t doing it right! I was walking out of this consignment shop with a gorgeous dress for 1/4 of the budget we put aside and I wasn’t excited like the women I always see on TV. I was happy. Relieved to knock it off of my checklist. Continue reading They said, “Yes to the dress.” I said, “It’s Cool.”
Did you know that
the village you are
has an eternally
No, it does not
or the recognition
you claim to bestow. Continue reading “Restless Guests” by Jennifer Cosby
by Amara Malik
Summer dreams Continue reading Litter
Photography by Ben Ben
She was hope personified
Like an explosion of light
Bursting through a black hole
She made the stars seem dim
Keep your heart and eyes open
Blink and you might miss her
His hand, which had written and perished
Long before I was born
Gave me the mother that I never had,
The encouragement that I never knew.
He became my father, guide in writing,
The Phoenix Letters: Letters to My Younger Self
The Phoenix Letters: Letters to My Younger Self is the first 50 installments of letters that are here to remind one of how far she has come, how much further one has yet to travel and where one is presently.
we used to knit
to keep warm in
Life experiences encompass of multitudes of trial and error. In this world of growth, we become a speckle, a drop of water which falls from the tap. Sometimes this drop goes straight into the dark tunnel and through to the other side. Or, sometimes, we are that drop which when it reaches to land, deviates away. There are two things that can happen. The drop which takes the path of going through the dark tunnel actually uses this darkness as its lantern. It faces its darkness, both internally and externally and is ready to face the light (at the end of the tunnel) with its own light. But this may not always be the case. This drop may get stuck in the tunnel, and as a consequence may allow the darkness to overwhelm it. What can this do? This can cause the drop to become bitter. In the other scenario of where the drop deviates from the tunnel, it is actually deviating from its darkness, going with the flow. It allows itself to be swept along the current, facing life without actually facing its wrongs. Is this healthy? Of course, it is not. But, it is reality for many to choose the path of ignoring their darkness and refusing change.
Sometimes the darkness is our lantern. But it all depends on how brightly we choose to light this lantern if we choose to light it at all.
Written by: Soshinie Singh
She spoke mystery into his ears
As they dwell on how things have changed over the years
She spoke of the time they first laid eyes on each other, like witnessing magic for the first time
You were supposed to beautiful.
Your hair was supposed to fade into white with age.
Your smile was to be brighter than the sun to your grandsons’ and granddaughters’ faces
Walking through the streets of the city, curiously, you can see the binary rhythm of black/white that runs through the daily live of people.
The rhythm pulsates through the sidewalks, the stones underneath the trees, the asphalt and the crosswalks, the lampposts, cars, and tanks.
It’s and excellent exercise for our pencils and pens on a paper sheet, to observe how life around us influences what we’re going to draw.
Just because the path is laid before you
Doesn’t mean you can’t make your own way
“Appreciate the fact that you are breathing“, you say.
I don’t respond. I am gasping for air beneath my tears. You seem concerned and confused as to how to handle my breakdown. In this situation, we exchange roles from you trying to soothe my shivering body to me consoling you; nodding my head, barely managing an “I’ll be fine.” We both know that fine will not come soon.
On days like these I do not need your logic. I need the warmth in your hands and your chest to remind me that I’m not just “breathing” alone. I need your eyes to convey your love into mine. I need your understanding, not your replies. God sometimes sends people to us when we are drowning, you stand close and unsure of how to offer your hand. Simply open your arms. I will retreat into them, unravel my self back into fragile skin to fill them. Tell me that you are here to pull me back ashore. Stay holding me long after these tears run dry.
– Samihah Pargas
– Instagram : @Shadesofherink
Bin Laden’s niece
“You better say sorry for what your people did”
“Your dad creates bombs at home”
“Why do you guys like to kill us”
Classroom filled with devious kids
burnt any innocence I had left in me
its where I met my friend depression
where my self-esteem ripped like pencil shavings
But Ammi and Abboo
they needed school
they needed me to go to school
so I could be successful
So their trip to America is worth it.