Art and Poetry

HAPPINESS IS SHIFTING GEARS

Happiness comes in the moments you learn how to shift between the gears. When the road starts to get a little bit harder.. and a little bit taller.. and you push your foot down on the pedal picking up speed – making it quickly over the hump. It’s when life changes and you slip through the crack just in time to see something new and experience something amazing. Does anyone else see the people around them stuck? Stuck with cinderblocks tied to their feet? With each year change became harder and quicksand started pulling them under. They stopped fighting the sinking feeling and started to give into the weight of the world on their shoulders. They forgot to beam in a different direction when the trees started to shade. Sometimes I worry about being stuck like mud. Always reaching ...

STARS SHINING THROUGH THE BREAK IN CLOUDS

There are moments when we all feel a little lost, a little alone, a little in dark. We have this feeling that someone will come and rescue us, that someone will be that star shining through the break in clouds and guide us home. What we don’t realise it that no one but ourselves can rescue us and be that star shining through the break in clouds.    July night Staring at skies Clouds o’er my head Clouds under my feet Cold air caressing me as I breathe Maybe I’m not standing in dark Darkness seems to begin at my toes And continue as far as infinity As the I start to become darkness And darkness starts to become me, I spot a star shining through the break in clouds Something like music tickles my ears As I realise that it’s singing its out aloud I wonder if it’s someone who will save me I won...

THE THINGS THEY SHOULD HAVE TOLD US: POETRY SERIES

Versions of Beauty  Ladies,  please stop thinking that the only version  of beauty is plaster on billboards  and strung between the covers of magazines.     Your freckles?  They’re your own personal constellations.  Your love handles?  Just a little extra you to hold onto.   Your frizzy hair?  The lioness inside you struggling for freedom.    You are so much more than  what the world says you can be.  You are stunning,  inside and out.  Cherish the   boundlessness  of your beauty.     The Beauty in the Breakdown  Things fall apart. But that doesn’t mean they’re no longer beautiful. – WRDSMTH  Just because you are broken, does not mean you are not beautiful. In fact, you are beautiful because of your brokenness. Your beauty lies in the unique way you’ve fit your jagged edges back together t...

IDENTITY

I’ve always been good in school. I take pride in working too hard and feeling exhausted at the end of the day. I don’t like being tired, and I wish I had more time to do the things I loved. I always get good grades in school, and even in college receiving a B seems like a failure. My parents are divorced. Maybe I never forgave myself for that even though I was two-years-old and had nothing to do with it. I sing because music is uncomplicated and real, and because people tell me I have a nice voice. My voice is my strongest connection to my mother. I buy too many clothes and take too good of care with my shoes. I think shoes are my favorite things to buy because they always look good on me no matter how I feel about my body. My feet are cute enough, for feet; probably because I never stuck ...

A TRUE KISS

Is this what a kiss supposed to feel like?   Is this the feeling I should have after showing some form of public display of affection?  As that kiss happened, I should have felt the excitement in my body that every regular human being should feel.   However, this isn’t the case.  I didn’t feel the warmth that I should have felt when our lips intertwined with each other.  Maybe the moment didn’t feel too right or was rushed, but there’s something about it that didn’t catch my eye.   I wish I knew what it felt like getting a good, soothing, heartfelt kiss from who’s a genuine human being. Someone with morals and priorities they have straight, and who aspires to follow their own dreams.   Inside, I felt very confused on everything that happened, and I tried...

DEAR WARRIOR

Dear Warrior,    You deserve to have a warrior who will stick by you no matter what happens,  Loving you unconditionally, ready to stand up and fight with you at every obstacle.  You deserve girls’ nights and long talks into the witching hours,  Baring your souls to your only confidants with the stars watching over your secrets.    You deserve to go into these life battles with your fiercest ally,  Fighting right alongside you with all her strength to keep you lifted up.  You deserve to gain a forever sister, who will always walk beside you,  Telling the hilarious story of how you met to everyone who will stop, listen and laugh along.    You deserve to have a pillar of strength standing beside you at your wedding,  Sharing in all your smiles and tears, celebrating you, your love and your f...

THE THINGS WE LEARN: POETRY SERIES

What We Hold  Girl, you’ve been selling your soul,  but have lost sight of the worth.     A dime bag  is not a rose offered  by trembling hands.  A quick bump  is not poetry scribbled over your skin  by nervous fingertips.  A shot of smack  is not a vow of devotion  whispered by love-chapped lips.    You’ve forgotten all the things  you were holding out for.  And now,  you have nothing left to hold.       What Happens to Girls  “Boys will be boys.”  But,   what happens to the girls?    We’re left behind –  tangled in dirty sheets and half  of our clothes,  or lying in the park with three-quarters   of our clothes shredded,  or in the morgue without   any clothes at all.     We’re left to pick up pieces  that should have never been broken  in the first place.   We’re...

TAKE ME WITH YOU

 Take me, take me where there is dark sky   Filled with twinkling stars, Shining and talking with each other    With so much light.   Take me closer to water under the sky Where the waves are flowing With so much happiness that We could hear the sound of the waves. Take me, take me closer to you, Dear Universe where words aren’t needed : To communicate, to feel the love floating around, To feel the happiness and Peacefulness.   Take me, take me where you are,  Take me with you that is where I belong.       Author: Anisha K Chhetri Email:  anishakhadka@icloud.com Your Bio: *From Virginia. *Native American, Nepalese. *Freelance Photographer, Music Video Director, Editor, Script Writer. *Love M...

SUFFERING THE SILENT STORM

They say “happiness is a choice’ and ‘choose happiness.”   They make it sound so easy.  They might as well say “your feelings are not valid.”    “Oh that sadness, that heavy feeling in your soul, that all-consuming darkness…just decide to not feel that anymore.”  Like it’ll just go away if you choose to just be happy.   I don’t know about you, but that’s not something that I can get myself to believe.   In all honesty, I think sayings like that are detrimental to those suffering.   Sure you could wake up and try and be positive about things.   You could plaster on a smile and go about your day as if nothing can stop you.   When someone asks how you’re doing, you can continue to give the socially acceptable answer of “f...

SHOW ME

Material things are just that, things  I need you to show me how much you love me without a ring  You don’t have to bend on one knee to say that you love me  Cater to my needs, give me attention and listen  Accept my flaws, rub my feet, help me out in the kitchen  Enjoy me as a person, look into my eyes  Always tell me the truth, speak to me with no lies  Caress my curves, touch the small of my back  Come to my defense when a fool tries to attack  Make love to me passionately, awake me by kissing the nape of my neck  Don’t be threatened by my success  Be happy for me, I’m doing great, I’m blessed  Give me a call when you’re thinking about me  Greet me with a kiss and squeeze me tightly  All of the above is what I give to you to show that you love me  But it is required that you display in ...

JUST BE

We do not judge the wind  for how fast or slow it blows.    We do not judge the ocean  for how hard or soft it rocks.    We do not judge the trees  For how tall or small they are.    These things  Just are.  Just be.    Author: Anna Clare Email: siben004@umn.edu Author Bio: A 20-something looking for purpose and peace. Link to social media or website: https://annaclares.wixsite.com/photos 

(FRI)END-ZONE

I’ve had a burning frustration for years: men who I’ve loved being with in a platonic way, who I’ve gotten really close with, when suddenly, they cut the friendship short leaving me with no explanation whatsoever. This poem is dedicated to all you lovelies—I hope some ladies can relate. is it okay if we play this game of hide and seek smile so meek even though we are both taken by unique hearts?   i can see you are terrified to get too close there’s a cautiousness a force field a cold shield visible to my eyes only sensed by my heart alone   this distance is devastating a secret wound bleeds in me and i know it bleeds in you   we both shine in remarkable ways so why can’t we shine together in those fleeting moments of meeting?   why do i detect a hostility in your body ...

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