HAVE I FOUND IT The path towards youFeels like a return It feels like I'm walking backto some familiar place A place that smells likefreshly baked bread and melted butter A soft yellow light and the sound of children's laughter fills the house There is music coming from the treesThe birds and the cicadas and the crickets, form a melody that can bend everything solid I close my eyes and the thou...

Dinner - is this what you call dinner?Why did you make it like that?You've been cooking for so many years and you still cook like this?I'm not eating this - I'm making my own foodYou are:Normal, funny, quiet, smartFather, husband, brother, son, friendHurtful words, hurtful slaps sometimesA dinner critiqueIf dinner was a metaphor for you, I'd call you rotten chickenYou broke her down like a chic...

My mind has been stuck on youEver since you held my handAnd told me I looked nice under the flashing lights,over the sound of the guitar solo;And I can't help but wonder,My mind becomes paranoid,Cynical if you will,That I am just some girlAnd you do not think of me like I think of you.I smile as I remember how we danced to the sound of a Portuguese love song.But I am younger than youAnd I wonde...

Oh, to find someone who will greet me,In the mornings with sweet kisses of cyanide And deathly painful howls in the midnightRoll me in flavours of your exotic spicePowdered crimson that once ran a floodOnce untamed, madly dangerousSpeak to me in elongated vowelsSlur the alien’s words that come sinful to my sidesPaint my skin, that is your canvas, with faery mannersProve to your Grace that you a...

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 You won’t come back hereWhen the lake is frozen overAnd there are no moreRipples to count Instead of the minutes The birds that sing thenWill have a different tuneA winter songThat doesn’t carry the warmth Of July The heat that kissed our skin Was not close to the heatOf your lips on mineOf the gaze across the tableWhile talk tumbled by us

A word after a word after a word is power.’- Margaret Atwood. For many readers, The Handmaid’s Tale (2010) and Margaret Atwood’s creation of Gilead remains a dystopian society they still think about. It terrifies, when one thinks about the world globally, how close we are to having such a society on a smaller scale.I would say one of the only things preventing its birth is our awareness of ou...

why do I ... cry, spit, pour, die, lie, drown, gasp, choke, spin, dance, breath, huff, puff, prune, all too soon. just for it to amount to nothingness. goodbyes, with a sweet kiss?

From being a child every piece of media I consumed, with love interests, always ended in a monogamous relationship; all the Disney Princess movies, Twilight and the array of rom-coms and dating shows are just the tips of the iceberg. I grew up viewing that love had to fit into this monogamous mould to be real love. As I grew up I felt guilty all the time for having feelings for people other tha...