Love

LOVE STRIKES GIRL

This poem is to honour LGBTQ week. …your lyrics are lost upon me but your face arrests me instantaneously eyelashes flicker over pale cyan orbs the kind of colour caused by the set sun and begins to bleed bright blue against clouds you twitch and cropped wheaten hair swishes across the nape of your naked neck another twitch to side profile and i study your nose which is slightly upturned as though sculpted by pixies from some forgotten land my gaze falls to the ripe crisp crescent of your lips i’d like to know them i think those lips i’d soon grow to miss and I imagine what they’re like to… someone like you who relinquished garish girlishness but still cherishes a sweetness between sovereign steps only glimpsed by those who truly search you laid down face paint long ago your nakednes...

NEVER ENOUGH

Enough in Urban Dictionary is defined as: a word to describe a person of the opposite sex as good looking, beautiful, or hot. Enough, meaning he/she would be enough to suit your needs. How many of us have heard this from our partner? The one person who is supposed to make us feel secure and assure us that we are more than enough. Unfortunately, they are the ones who break us down one piece at a time. We literally feel each piece falling apart. After all we do, take care of his home, cook his dinner, wash his clothes, listen when he needs to tell us about his day, and make ourselves physically available. Even with all of this said and done it never seems to be enough. They always find something that we are lacking. Having experienced a fraction of the things I’m describing, I have com...

SHE

The greatest mistake she did was look at herself through his eyes. Why? The Lord Almighty had blessed her with pleasant features and character. Yet she saw her worth through his eyes. In the starting of her relationship with him. He called her ugly. She had become hurt and upset. But to make him happy. She began a journey towards weight loss. It wasn’t a journey towards physical change. It was a 360 turn of who she really was. He was sent as a lesson to her. Today she accepts that fact. But in the time she was with him. She broke herself and made herself. She questioned herself as to why she was handling his bullsh*t. And as why couldn’t he see her worth. She used to make excuses for his behavior. Justify to her heart that their might be a reason to his behaving with her like t...

SINGLENESS ISN’T WAITING

You’ve been waiting for this. You clicked on this link because you, your single and desperate self, need more advice on how to make Singleness worthwhile. “What’s wrong with me?” you ask, possibly scarfing chocolate and watching The Notebook. “Why am I still single? I must be doing Singleness wrong. Please, O Internet, tell me how to Single.” We all know there’s an exact science to Single. You do all the right things and eventually you magically bump into The One. Not intimidating at all, right? You have to get the formula exactly right, or else you’ll end up alone forever. You have to do exactly what those lists on Cosmopolitan and Pinterest blogs tell you to do. You have to read all those “Open Letters” on the Internet so you know exactly what is wrong with boys who won’t ask...

GOING BACK TO SCHOOL SAVED MY SOUL

Happiness isn’t always found through just romance. I wish I had learned this at a young age, but as someone who grew up on fairy tales and happily-ever-after’s—with stories of Prince Charmings rescuing the Princess—my young adult reality of relationships soon became twisted and distorted. And for seven years, I fooled myself into thinking my first very serious, on and off rollercoaster-ride-of-a-relationship was continuously worth fighting for. I just HAD to have that happily-ever-after. I was young; I was naïve. Simply put, I was too passive. To outsiders, my relationship probably seemed somewhat normal. But not all relationships are truly what they seem. In fact, mine was extremely toxic, and my past partner’s unhappiness and constant cynicism would drag me down throughout the years. All...

I HAVE TO SAVE MYSELF

I lay on the bed waiting for something to happen. We had talked about all sorts of fantasies in our relationship, but each day looked the same, luxuriating to the point of suffocation. He pulled the computer over to rest on his chest as he perused the internet, waiting for noise to stop downstairs so that he could potentially make his first meal after hours and hours of waiting, “I don’t want to go downstairs because there are people down there,” he would say, “I am not going down there.” I began to realize that I was waiting for something that was never going to come. Years could be filled up with this waiting: sitting on beds, looking over at a living corpse just waiting to rot and die, and for what? I was doing this to myself; I was choosing to take the easier way out, staying in a rela...

I HATE YOU

“I HATE YOU!” Hate is a more powerful feeling than love. It runs deeper, it affects the heart at a higher level and it can infect the soul, ultimately all your life. And just like love, hate takes two. All these consequences of hate, whether you are the one who feels or expresses it or the one who is targeted by it, depend on the level of love we have for the other person involved in the situation. When a stranger tells you how much they hate you, it shouldn’t mean much because you didn’t invest any love in them anyway. When a friend however, says the same, it can break your heart. You will relive in your head your good times and wonder what part of your history led to such harsh feelings. But when your husband tells you that he hates you…that can kill you. Not literally, but it can kill y...

LONELY NIGHTS

Neither in love, nor in despair, But in this gloomy air, The darkness of this lonely night, Reminds me the cuteness of those lovely sights; Feeling the fragrance of those bountiful dawns, The softness of the soothing dusks; Takes me back to those cuddling days;   But that wind so bold, Swayed those treasures away from my sight; Leaving me in this selfish World, All alone on this lonely night…!!!   Author: Chandrima Mishra Email:  chandrima170516@gmail.com  Author Bio: A ragged mind, a lost soul, a deep thinker… looking for herself in this big world. Here to speak through the silence of words…penetrating your soul by it’s ecstasy. Link to social media or website:  http://www.c...

STAR-CROSSED: NOT A LOVE STORY

We were in love once, But never at the same time. We were eighteen and I had him. Then we were nineteen and you had her. The summer before, I had lost him. Time marched on. We loved other people, And then you left the country for new opportunities. While you were gone, We both loved and lost some more.   I always joked that the stars didn’t align for us. Even still, words flowed between us. Letters floating through cyber-space. Thoughts tinged with unspoken love. Love we half-acknowledged. Love that wouldn’t, couldn’t, “be”.   In one of my last letters, I wrote: “I think I will always be a little bit in love with you.” And then I got married to the love of my life.   I have him now, And you have her. This is the way it has always been, and should be. But maybe… In another li...

SCRIPTURE

  God doesn’t make any mistakes For each one of our lives he will take Believe in him and know that he is real The tough times he can pull you through, it’s his Will Prayer, meditation, yoga keeps you focused and fit Along with the help of the MOST HIGH, you’ll stay aligned and won’t quit At times, it will be unbearable and hard and all Depend on those around you to catch you when you fall You’re still here for a reason you have to believe that Know that this is not the end for you It’s a fact that time heal all wounds too Acceptance of a life perished is very hard to swallow Just keep moving forward for there is tomorrow  You will see them again Author: Kelly Boyd Author Bio: A writer of the highs and lows of life, love and relationships. Link to social media or website: https://www....

POEMS.

I started writing poetry, or writing, because it kinda felt like I had to in order to stay a little bit more sane, as an outlet I guess, to put down even things that I didn’t quite understand. I also like to admire other people’s beauty and how special they are. I love reading and finding poems I can relate to, just like songs. I started writing when I was around 15 and ever since then I carry a journal with me all the time, just in case; it’s become part of my life now and I love it. Pictures & dust. (Transcript: There was love but there was also desperation and youth. So much youth. There was an enormous desire to give it all without knowing it could empty me in a second. It was unknown territory but it felt so warm and when you held me close when you traced my face, I lo...

ARE WE JUST FRIENDS?

My hair is long and soft, lying across your naked belly. You stroke it absentmindedly as I read you stories from an old literature book. I love these stories. Hidden gems that no one really reads any more. My copy of the book is tattered and soft with age and use. It feels like well worn leather and smells in that way that only old books do. I don’t think you enjoy the stories as much as I do, but you listen to me read just because you enjoy hearing my voice. You enjoy stroking my hair. My curls tangle as you pull them through your fingers, but neither of us minds. When you hit a snag, you delicately pick it out until my hair glides through your fingers again. I know my dark curls are so different from your silky straight blonde strands, and at first it made me self conscious even to...

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