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Adrift

Swimming through the waters

Both deep and cold

Guided by the current

So swift and bold

Will I just drown on my own,

Or will I find a new home?

While the sea is bigger

Than the lake at hand

I can find new worlds here

Floating away from the sand

Can you find your way to me,

Or are you cast adrift at sea?

B. Alan Hart

 

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Generational Curse

She passed them down to her daughter
As if they were precious heirlooms
Carefully tended to and treated well.
Her issues,
Her struggles,
Her sorrows.
She gave them to her daughter
To keep them alive
In order to be passed on
To the next generation.
Her daughter didn’t want them.
She refused to hold onto
And birth them into the future.
So she chose to not inherit her mother’s
Issues,
Struggles,
Sorrows.
She wanted to create her own destiny
Design her own joys
Build her own happiness.
She was tired of the generational curse that sickened her family for centuries.
So she broke it.
And proudly carried her
Destiny,
Joy,
Happiness,
Into the future.

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Awkward Girl: Day 2

Ok. So, things are going well.

This is the thought I’m having tonight. This is going well. Only a few slightly awkward interactions crept into the evening thus far, so I’d say…winning. For instance, it begins with me contemplating whether to go in for the hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a peck on the lips. Being the fourth date, it is appropriately confusing. So what happens? Naturally, I do some combination of the three aforementioned options, and I end up, kind of, sort of kissing him on (in?) the ear. I KNOW that shit was loud. Right. In. His. Ear. Continue reading Awkward Girl: Day 2

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Untitled

I try to swallow the pain

Before it eats me up.

The sharpness of it cuts my throat

Its bitterness makes me gag and choke

It digs deeper into my body

And attempts to venture into the depths of my soul.

But it hits my intestines,

Comes back up forcefully and

I projectile vomit it across the room.

My body rejects its presence,

But my mind welcomes it.

And I try to swallow the pain again.

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Awkward Girl: Day 1

Day 1 (Isn’t it always?):

Awkward girl. That’s me. Welcome to my world.

You know, the thing about life, is that it is confusing. It is excruciatingly complex. Why does no one tell us this when we are young? I often wonder about that. We all figure it out eventually. We grow up and think: What in the ever living fuck is happening? And yet, here we are, remaining baffled and, well…awkward. Someone please. Help me understand. Continue reading Awkward Girl: Day 1

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Not Perfect

I’m not perfect.
Although that should be clear as water, sometimes I feel the need to state it. For myself and for others. Especially for others. It is probably my fault and in my actions. It’s probably something I do or don’t do. It’s probably because of the way I see the world and how I speak of it.
I am not perfect.
And I get tired.
And I give up too.
There are so many things I have given up and not looked back. There are so many things I have looked back but not regretted. There are so many things I regret too.
It’s entirely human. I believe.
Being a mess of so many things, not only good, not only bad, but everything. Not black or white but fifty shades of blue. And some purple, once you wear those rose colored glasses. On holidays. Or those real good days.
The days you hold on to with everything you got to keep moving forward. To keep moving. Even if only an inch or less. Even if to the sides or back. Just moving. Because life is made of movements, moments, actions and decisions you never really got to think through.
Life happens. But I digress.
I’m not perfect. And that’s fine. It’s entirely human, I believe.
What about you?
© Máh Lima


Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh on Unsplash

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If Tomorrow I Die by Talin Likha

If tomorrow I die,

Would you come to say goodbye?

Would you come to see my face,

for one last time?

Would you then at last realize,

the love I had was true,

that even at my death-bed,

I’m still thinking of you.

 

If tomorrow I die,

without saying goodbye.

Would you miss me when I’m dead?

Please do miss me and be sad.

 

I’m being selfish, yes I know,

but it’ll give meaning to my goals.

It was to ‘Love’ you.

Just to love you, with my all.