The starting point - a perfect reflection To be:- borne of but simple drops, only to be shaped by the artist’s direction of choosing.- burdened by the knowing that our mirror image holds depths of wisdom we seem to be losing.- resting our fate in the hands of a rogue artist carrying the instruments of …
Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.
They tell me that: I have no curves, and my breasts are too flat. My belly’s too full, and my arms are too fat. That I am not thin, yet my body lacks substance. I don’t fit into the style they’re accustomed. Watercolor Marker This poem is meant to empower women and convey that beauty …
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …
This morning, I awoke from a light slumber, having had a dream that felt as real as you and I; more significant than anything one could learn at school or hear at church - more consequential than any spoken or unspoken laws in the book.I tell this story through the voice and eyes of the …
As he fell from a great distance, he waited for the other shoe to drop - just like the movie, Holes, which he loved to watch when he was younger. And it did, except this was not a children’s book nor movie. This was his life - And the shoe was metaphorical, but it dropped …
Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …
All around me All I hear is silence. It is deafening- Except, still, I can feel the sound of my breathAlong with the beating of my chest. I can make out the sensations Of my eyes’ movements Underneath my eyelids - A new awareness I wouldn’t have otherwise had - Had I not been in …
Doesn’t it feel as though, every seven days, time resets, in a way? One might even feel a similar jolt of energy at the start of each day - as we are granted the ability to re-create one’s self after a good night’s rest -Though the nights, not countless -Because - By its nature, a …
I feel as though the dark of the night lay cast his shadow over me. And as the daylight fades, I can sense the wind of the tide from miles away.And as it takes me with it, slowly and gently - I can feel the force of the sun fading with it. The further apart …
We are Dynamic. Every minute we remember To breathe, We are living. We are Changing. From one instance To the next, Time is passing. Amassing, To all the moments We felt alive - Simply to feel it once more -Just one more time. If only it could be real. But it is not Because it …
Today, I awoke with a bad taste in my mouth. Not literally, but figuratively - as my dreams showed me a quick peek inside how life could be were I to choose a path which is characteristically unlike me. I question quite often what the nature of these glimpses might be - why do they …
Ahka Rhash 