Love

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...

I GUESS WE ARE JUST FRIENDS

I wake up a couple of hours later because I’m cold. I see you across the room, sitting at the computer. You’re dressed already. You see that I’m awake and you smile. “I was about to slip out. You were sleeping so good I didn’t want to wake you. I’m just checking my email right quick.” I can tell right away that your mood has changed. You’re no longer as comfortable with me as you were before. This change makes me feel naked and it has nothing to do with what I’m wearing, or the lack thereof. I get up and begin to get dressed. Even though it’s spring and it’s warm, I put on jeans and a lightweight hoodie. I’m familiar with this new mood and it chills me to the bone. It makes me feel nervous and alone. You’re no lo...

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 ...

WHAT I LEARNED FROM MY PARENTS ABOUT LOVE

What does the word “love” mean to you? Is it something that scares you? Or is it a word that puts a smile on your face? Who is the first person that pops into your head when you hear the word? A best friend? A sibling? A family member? A significant other? When I think of the word love, I think of my amazing parents. They pushed me to pursue my dreams and raised me to believe I can achieve anything in the world. On a romantic note, I can’t remember the first time I realized how in love my parents were with each other. Their love was always just something I just found as a normal part of life. When I was younger, I found their PDA one of the most embarrassing things in the world! Until about the age of 14, every time they would kiss in front of me I would cover my eyes and go, “Gross, PG-13...

HOW TO REMAIN SANE WHEN YOUR CHILD IS A MONSTER

My daughter Juliana is deep into her terrible twos. In fact, it feels like she has been two for about 10 years now. Her 4-year-old sister, Clarabella, gave us the false impression that caring for babies and toddlers is easy (ha!).  When Clarabella was two, she would read quietly by herself for an hour or more, and loved to walk around cleaning the walls with baby wipes. Those walls are now decorated daily with food, crayons, and…well, I don’t even know what this stain is. While our home was once filled with the melodic sounds of Raffi and story time on the rug, there is now a cacophony of piercing screams, crashes, toys hurled at the wall, crying, and the occasional evil laughter. And I am losing my shit. I have always been sensitive to sound. In a chaotic and noisy environment, I feel cla...

HAPPY

Happy So recently, I got a new boyfriend. My very first real boyfriend. And it’s weird, because I had this whole plan, as many of us do after being hurt a couple times, to relinquish all hope of love and stay single for…ever. I was going to move to France and bang my way across Europe because the idea of getting hurt again by someone I thought I loved seemed way more damaging. I just needed to get through two more years of college and then I would be off. In a foreign country, surrounded by foreign men, foreign music and foreign FOOD. Why the hell would I ever need love? And then I met Landon. And he’s warm and funny and charming and, my god, the sweetest, kindest, most selfless person I’ve ever met. Of course I didn’t mean to fall for him. Of course I never e...

LINGER & UNTITLED

Linger   I want to leave my scent on you I want to l i n g e r on your senses on your mind in your heart   I want the shadows of me taking residence in your being shackled in corners of you   that you didn’t know were there     Untitled   I look over at him. Serene face, lips, chest rising and falling with each breath. To kiss him would be extraordinary. It is now, in this immense quiet, That it occurs to me that he knows me in a way that no one else ever has.     Author: Catherine Santino Email: catherineasantino@gmail.com Author Bio: Catherine Santino is a NTC based writer and performer who’s work has appeared in Bustle, HelloGiggles, The Mighty, Thought ...

SPARKS AT SUNRISE

A flower blooms when it’s ready, not when we want. It blooms at its own pace. Sometimes we hurry and we want to get to “that” place, meet the person, start the relationship, have the job, etc.! But we fail to recognize that we’re already planted where we need to be. We find it difficult to thank our starting point because all we see is the lack of what we don’t have yet. That is why, in order to advance, we need to learn to be grateful. Being grateful is for the brave, and the only way to go forward is to recognize ourselves for what we are now; we need to shake off our expectations, polish our priorities and expand our inner gaze to realize that before looking for greatness outside, we need to feel great and full from within. There are some who believe in fate, in the moon, in...

WHY WE NEED TO GIVE MORE SPACE TO THE VICTIM

Victim. Breathe… Take that word in. Notice what comes up for you when you hear that word. Maybe you feel pity, disgust, fear, helplessness, hopelessness, or powerlessness. Maybe you want to run away and never look back. Just notice, mindfully, without judgment. Such a powerful, small, 2-syllable word with so much reaction it elicits. We don’t like that word in our world. The most common phrase that is corresponded to the word is, “don’t stay the victim.” The very phrase is a complete resistance to the word. Don’t. No. Yet so many of us have been victimized. We have been victims of crime, abuse, rape, bullying, war and we live in a world that turns away. Don’t. No. It’s not ok anymore. It was never ok, but I refuse to stand by idly and silent. Instead of saying, “don’t stay the victim” to t...

RECIPES FOR SELF LOVE: ILLUSTRATIONS

The inspiration for the illustrations comes from the desire to disrupt mainstream media and everyday social injustice. There are so many lies that we as a society are led to believe, especially regarding gender. Over the past few years I’ve learned so much about social justice and wanted unmask and interrogate some of these untruths. It’s fun to draw and good practice to try identify one thing each day that might be a lightbulb moment for someone else. The zine “Recipes for Self Love” is made up of contributions from other women on the topic of practicing self love. Women submit a written piece or visual representation of how they manage to practice self love in a world that wants them to hate themselves. I pair artists with the written pieces and put the book together to print...

FOR EVERY STRONG, BUT SENSITIVE WOMAN STILL LEARNING TO LOVE

You are a beautiful combination. You are passion and fierceness, a mouth that speaks openly and a heart that keeps beating, even through pain. You have loved before. You have loved wildly and freely. You have loved with every ounce of yourself and haven’t regretted it, not for a moment. And you will keep on loving, just as openly and fearlessly. You are the type of woman who finds strength in letting people in. You pride yourself in being open, not guarded. You have always kept your head on straight, even when following your heart. And it is in the way you care for people, but still value your self-worth that you are strong. You know who you are and how you love and you celebrate this. But you are also sensitive. You can’t help but fall a little too easily. You can’t keep yourself from get...

TO THE ONE WHO MIGHT JUST BREAK MY WALLS

To my person (if you really do exist beyond my imagination), I hope this letter reaches you when you are struggling to keep up with me but you are still bursting in the pink vibrant colours of health and energy. I wish you read this when most of your friends advise you to think about yourself, not about the girl who wouldn’t give her whole to you, who shies away from any kind of label or name. You see, love, you’re not the first guy who has tried to read me… who thought he knew what I was thinking of. And he couldn’t have been any more wrong than that; but you are not. You are too right for me, you are so very right and, to be honest, you scare me sometimes. Love, I am sorry. You should know this even when I don’t tell this to you enough. Even when you can’t fathom what I am apologizing fo...

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