Art and Poetry

(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 ...

HOW TO OVERCOME THE FEAR OF JUDGEMENT

Every painting session for me is a life lesson. It’s my subconscious guiding me towards what it wants me to change in my world view. This particular watercolor sketch, created while sitting on a windowsill in Paris, amidst a heat wave, was a huge breakthrough. Perhaps it’s a realization, to which all almost 40-year-olds arrive. It’s quite amazing, however, to witness it manifest itself while painting. I guess I call it “letting go.” I tried so hard to measure out axis and relational positioning. I was mindful of perspective and the direction of all lines. Yet, there’s always room for human error. Your hand wants to keep going, not constantly stop for the math to catch up. Therefore, there were tons of mishaps, tons of re-dos and not having an eraser drove me insane. I gue...

STILL

My love is like the stillness of the ocean. Peaceful & calm on the surface, but harboring depth that rarely gets explored. Many will dip their toes, but few dive in, because they don’t know what they’re searching for.   My love is like the stillness of the ocean. Simple, yet impossible to ignore. Just by existing it amplifies the beauty of everything it’s ever known.   My love is like the stillness of the ocean. Rocky currents will come and go. Some will play, running away while others step in slow.   My love is like the stillness of the ocean. Cradling those who rode the waves It’s not an easy feat to try and find peace while in an unstable state.   My love is like the stillness of the ocean. Honoring those with patience and grace Because when fac...

YOU ARE

After you took your life, Mom gave me your goldfish bowl. You filled it with shells and stones and one silver medallion, and everything in the tank was balanced just so. A large moon snail shell sat by the front, bottom left, upon two flat stones. These assorted tide-swept artifacts were once scattered across your table. I could imagine you working with thoughtful intention while Fela Kuti’s singing sailed through your stereo speakers. I carried the bowl gingerly back to my house and placed it on the kitchen table. Soon I knew how to carefully touch one of the shells with just my fingertip, without disturbing the arrangement. And I would think, “We’re close to each other again.” So much beauty in one bowl. Concentric ridges in the clam shells resembled whipped cream spread on a tiny pie. G...

WAVES OF WANDERING FEET

Riding in the back of a truck where gypsy music soothes in the background Wind blows strings of hair across my face covering my sight and so I close my eyes as I feel the breeze smell the scents of grassy roots hear the Sea, waves crashing Carried by blistered feet due to two days of barefoot walks across the land town, garden, lava, pavement, tile and wooden floors I wait for the strengthened callouses to form   The soles of my feet have wandered streets homes of magical Spirits   We arrive to the sweet wooden Medicine cabin where air flows smoothly through our lungs At night, the lights around the bed light our dreamy state oh and when we wake, it is to the morning rays shining through the leaves of the fruity trees or to the raining sky pouring love onto the land!   Autho...

WON’T HOLD ME BACK

you weren’t the first,  and i’m sure you won’t be the last,  but you gave me no room   to be me;  always wanting the dream  not the reality—    you didn’t want my nightmares,  my dreams, or even me;  just a perfect model of a woman  whose silhouette would sit prettily in her cage  to be seen and not heard or sit   perfectly perched on her pedestal without  complaint and perfect restraint   of her tongue     i have never made a good mannequin   nor you a good god—    always trying to tame me, hedge me in, get rid  of my muchness you were the hand of society always  slapping me down as if i were some insect   to be crushed,  but my song like the cicadas will be heard;    my heart is wild, rebellious, and fierce and my dreams   burn brighter than the wings of the sun a...

I’M FINE

I’m fine as I keep on saying When I know for sure that’s a lie I smile and continue on with that mentality of “Smile! Stay Positive!” When down inside, this numb feeling of lost and confusion that I can’t still seem to figure out To know that I still loved you Even with the shit that you said Or the actions that were poorly portrayed When people didn’t even have the time or decency to get to know who you were on the inside and out When I saw potential in you and that I still see you have potential to this day As a person who cares I do hope your life is going well and for you to be successful I might be doing lit but there’s always obstacles that come into the way It’s not like I’ve come to the realization that I’m a sexual object...

WITHIN THE WALLS

The Blaze that grows within the walls of my soul. How can I extinguish this feeling of inadequacy amongst my peers? Thinking and feeling the acceptance is near, but to my amazement that is further from the truth. The Blaze that grows within the walls of my soul. Struggling 365 days to obtain the acknowledgement of YOU who surround me. Why have I made the recognition of these humans so crucial? Today I realize self-acceptance is the only thing that will calm this Blaze within the walls of my soul. Author: Jacqueline Rodriguez Author Email: jc2065.jr37@gmail.com Author Bio: Creator of a love blog That-Love.com. In love with all things Love. Mom of three children, who are my drive. Link to social media or website: http://that-love.com ...

STONE

The summer after graduating from college, I met this guy. He was a good person, but there was always something about the way he spoke to me and the way that he watched me speak to him.  He was judgmental and stubborn. It felt like he wanted me to be something I couldn’t. He’s no longer a part of my life…and I’m more me than ever before.   .stone.  i  could  tell  that  he  wanted  to  mold  me but  he  didn’t seem to know that i was less like clay and more like stone see it’s not that i am hard or that i am cold but i know who i am i won’t just do as i’m told     Author: Holly Bowes Email: hollybowes78@gmail.com  Author Bio: My name is Holly, but you can call me ilekso. I enjoy writing poetry, being by the lake,...

A POEM SERIES: TEN MINUTES, MY FATHER’S SON, MAUD

Ten Minutes In the next ten minutes I have to go, and you can’t let me just walk out of your life again.   Can’t let you! Can’t stop you, I said, and I won’t try, won’t try. How can I? What should I do? Follow you from place to place? Sit outside your house and chance being turned away, by someone? I don’t know where it is, in any case and I don’t want to know.   So what’s it to be? A thread? An occasional e-mail to keep in touch? I don’t think so! Our lives are so distant in every way, how to join them up?   The trick would be to store the memories and leave behind the sense of loss. Ditch the sadness. But we’ve tried before. And failed. And we’re running out of years. If we meet a next time, the chances are we’ll be too old to care.   We need to achieve a modus vivend...

AN ODE TO A GODDESS

Darling, You are more than the clothes you wear The way you paint your face Or style your hair You are strong With a brilliant mind And an enchanting soul Someone who can’t be contained Nor controlled A magnificent force Such a sight to see A wise woman, A Goddess, free   Author: V.M. Tori Email: medinavictoria14@gmail.com Link to social media or website: Instagram: v.m_tori  

THE HUMAN FAMILY

We Homo sapiens aka humans, are the most complex creation of the God or the Universe. We are different perhaps in race, gender, ethnicity, religious practices but when we were born, we were born a human first. We are complex in thinking yet our hearts sing songs of kindness, Our love and respect for each other beats negativity and toxicity that may arise. We all belong to one family above all, The Human Family. We Love, Laugh, Sing, Dance, Cry, Eat, Pray and Live together. Let us Love, Laugh, Live the life to the fullest. Let us Share Happiness and Kindness as much as we can. After all, We are all one family, the Human Family.     Author: Anisha K Chhetri Email: anishakhadka@icloud.com  Your Bio: *From Virgin...

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