Differences

Like two rivers flowing
Each on their own

One rushes – forceful –
Flooded with rain

The other, calm – slow –
Guided by wind

Destined to reach, the
vast ocean, they meet

Colliding, combining
The two become one

Bigger – stronger –
Powerful together

Nisha Devdhat is a South African born writer, using her words to spread love, bring healing and give hope, while educating and traveling the world. Currently, she is based in Asia as an English teacher.
Her writing portfolio includes articles, poetry and book reviews, which focus on the themes of literature, travel, education, abuse and trauma.
Nisha offers her writing skills to the public through her writing service. You could hire her as a freelancer to create content for your business or blog.
Nisha’s educational background is English Language and Literature, Teaching English as a Foreign Language, and Marketing Management.
Writing is Nisha’s way of expressing herself, externalizing emotions and practicing introspection. Writing provides her the opportunity to free her voice, challenge the status quo, and positively impact change in society.

IG: @nisha_devdhat
FB: @myunshackledmindwriter

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Echo

I saw your face this morning –
something I needed,
outside of it all.

I reached out,
years too late to feel your skin,
and felt the echoes of your spirit.

These days,
it is the shadows
and empty spaces
that push me forward –
not quite
a ride or a dance or a dream…
just
the last little ticks of nightmare…

falling away.

But here you are,
nestled in blue…

in the surf and the sky
and the morning…
and all of those things I can’t do.

Here you are,
filling
this crater of heartbeats
with the echo of yesterday’s screams:

“I’m getting better!”

The one damn thing you needed.
The one thing I did, too.

So did the world that forgot you were there…

showing it something,
everywhere.

Sometimes, I’m lost here,
just like you,
slicing the world
with a hot steel blade:

“I’m getting better!”

(from this, from them, from you)

Trying
to shove a kinder,
less merciless truth
into indifferent ears:

“I’m getting better!”

(from this, from them, from stuff you say… stuff you do)

The only scream
I have left –
and sometimes,
the only scream nobody hears anymore.

A ghost scream,
throwing out my numbers and my codes,

filling
the crater of my heart
with precious bursts of echo,

like that smile:

always the gentlest
of explosions,
your smiles.

Starbursts
in the bear pit…
tiny factories of bonfire,
sat on the edge by darkness
and
blossoming
somewhere between…

I saw you sadder than before.
You saw me deeper in there too.

You hold some part of me
that’s still far better in your hands,
haunting
all those happy endings
that came scavenging
in your wake.

The truth is,
I’m more at home in darkness now,
whittling your echoes into kindling
and lighting our bonfires
with their own kind of peace…

riding out your faces and your loves

and showing the world
and the lights out of town

just what they say about me.

I’m John, also sometimes known as Woodsy (when performing).
A lot of things I write about can be scary, traumatic things, but there’s still beauty in them – a beauty that desperately needs to be shared,  even when every voice around you is insisting you’re off message.
I guess it all depends on whether or not you wanna be selling someone else’s message.

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Humanity’s harmonious song

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Forswear

I could unwantonly reside without you
If that is the tomorrow I’m bequeathed
Though it would be most bleak, at best
I’d refuse acceptance of the cold ambiance
Know darkness could never replace you
Nor could it ever become my friend
We’d be more like armistice adversaries
Coexisting only for the sake of silence
My sanity would surely be overly taxed
My heart- withering in desolate winds
Not even the Ravens would dare visit
Out of fear of getting lost in my madness
A man, an island to himself…still in love

Poet of the Light © 2020

I’m just an American poet sharing the whispers of my heart, lived, lost or dreamed or burnt. Please follow for more at my blog on Wordpress.   poetofthelight.com

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Doomsday

“Hey, it’s me again.” , you say.
And you bring me a bouquet.
But I don’t wanna talk to you today.
‘Cause I don’t got nothing to say.

But you don’t care, do you?

You were always telling me to stay away.
From your path, you forced me to stray.
I had to smile and pretend I was okay.
But you come back around when you wanna play.

You think it’s a game, don’t you?

You haven’t replied to my text since last May.
And now you tell me you’re here to stay.
But lemme tell you something, it’s not okay.
To abruptly start acting like I’m your bae.

You already know that, don’t you?

You wanna talk you say.
And I’m like “Okay sure. You may.”
But make it quick and be on your way.
‘Cause life’s got no buttons for replay.

You must be wishing that it did, aren’t you?

But here’s the fact that you can’t gainsay.
Our love’s dead and starting to decay.
And you know I like nothing less than a gourmet.
So you better leave without further delay.

You would’ve done the same to me, wouldn’t you?

I don’t wanna dance no more ballet.
For you in the back alley.
Is it sad? Well, hell yeah.
But what can I say?

Darling, it’s doomsday.

Surakshya Kiju, a.k.a. Coco, is a 23-years-old girl who is passionate about writing. She is a blogger at Poems From Heart, where she pours her heart out, laying bare her emotions as she portrays the world through her eyes. Her poems—which range from rhymes to sonnets—have been published in literary magazines like Cambridge Hall Poetry Journal. Each day, she strives for self-improvement, even as she inspires others through her own poetry. Please check out her blog at : www.poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com .

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True beauty

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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An ode to a strong woman

The most dexterous creation of the almighty ,
The heart and soul of the home ,
But the soul aim of her life ,
Why always , is to keep her husband happy ??

Dressed like a princess on her wedding day ,
Fancy trousseau , expensive jewellery ,
Doesn’t it seem like ,
The sacrifice of the poor lamb ??

Persistent kitchen devoir ,
Are intertwined with her life ,
Is this what her identity is ??
Our society , should indeed be abashed !!

A woman’s life ,
Its just not a rough journey ,
It is made tough ,
Always put beside her , are immense anticipations !!

Parents strive to raise ,
Strong and independent girls ,
Then why ??
Do they spend ,
Their life’s savings ,
On their daughters wedding ??

She leaves her home ,
Where she has all the memories grown ,
Her parents ,
Who need support , for they are even old ,
She changes her name ,
Why always is it only her ??

Engagements , marriage,
Pregnancies ,
Are these the only important days ,
Of a woman ‘s life ??
Why in the name of traditions
Are they always suppressed ?

Tormenting woman sexually ,
Is today , a recurrent act in our country ,
A country where goddesses are worshiped ,
The same nation ,
Are the women highly belittled !!

The neoteric Indian Hathras incident ,
That sends a shiver down our spines ,
Are all the Nirbhaya’s to soon forgotten , ???
How can the domestic violence not be addressed ,
Why is the position of women ,
Always so precarious ??

We are today engaging attention ,
On empowering the women ,
What the most overriding concern should be ,
Is to instruct the men ,
To live with the empowered women !!

Despite all the dejection and misery ,
Which is compelled into her life ,
To achieve her position in the society ,
She always strives..
Is a mother’s love bound ,
Only with her culinary skills ??

She’s Durga,
She’s Kali,
The Hindu goddess of empowerment and love ,
And the perfect idol we need today !!!

Crush patriarchy ,
Change unfair traditions ,
If not , development and equality ,
Will just be far fetched dreams !!

She is the change ,
That will change the million ,
She is the light ,
Because of which the nation shines ,
She is the laughter ,
The reason behind our smiles …
She is our strength ,
For we today stand with pride …,
She has a heart of gold ,
With love for all ,
Dear society ,
Give her wings ,
And let her fly !
So here is an ode ,
To a strong woman , with a high vision !

I am Kripaa Luthra … a thirteen year old studying in the eighth grade and I reside in India , the land of diverse cultures !! Writing is my passion and I also like to read and travel ! I have written on socially relevant topics , and human behaviour under different circumstances have always taken my attention . This lockdown gave me a lot of time to introspect and pen down my thoughts . My mother also writes , and is a huge source of inspiration for me .. I  have a blog , ‘ Dream diaries ‘ on wordpress !! You can find more poems by me on :

kripaaluthra.wordpress.com

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Always You

Words hover below my breath
Wanting to leap
From the depth of my heart
Onto the whispers of my lip
I wonder if your heart yearns
To hear my words
Somewhere in the space
Between love and regret
Where I can confess
The years I have spent
Quietly remembering you

Nisha Devdhat is a South African born writer, using her words to spread love, bring healing and give hope, while educating and traveling the world. Currently, she is based in Asia as an English teacher.
Her writing portfolio includes articles, poetry and book reviews, which focus on the themes of literature, travel, education, abuse and trauma.
Nisha offers her writing skills to the public through her writing service. You could hire her as a freelancer to create content for your business or blog.
Nisha’s educational background is English Language and Literature, Teaching English as a Foreign Language, and Marketing Management.
Writing is Nisha’s way of expressing herself, externalizing emotions and practicing introspection. Writing provides her the opportunity to free her voice, challenge the status quo, and positively impact change in society.

IG: @nisha_devdhat
FB: @myunshackledmindwriter

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The Castle ‘Round Her Heart

She’s build a castle around her heart;
A castle made of the stones
I’ve thrown at her over the years
she’s wasted with me.
Rocks I carved with my stupidity and ignorance

It’s always all about me, you see….
The rocks..
The stones carved with the words:
Carelessness, Callousness,
and Selfish ego.
And so many more words and actions
indelibly stamped on each one in the walls.

She’s built a wall round her soul as well;
I carved some strong foundations for her to use there;
Made sure that those rocks there are hard and craggy,
and made from things
that no wife should have to bear.
Those rocks are carved deep with the words
wasted time, alcoholism, childishness,
fear of him, distrust…and hurt.

Her heart and soul are beautiful,
as she is;
as beautiful as the sun on a Spring Day..
and brighter than that could ever be.
and more colorful than the flowers
that bloom on such a day–
No woman ever lived who made a man happier
and prouder and more excited to be a man.

But men are vain, mindless, creatures;
ignorant of everything but themselves
and their toys or their “needs” and making
everything revolve around what hey want.
And, a man can spend and ruin his life carving rocks…
rocks that, over time, and over years of not changing.
build walls that love can no longer breach.

I’ll never be able to breach those walls I’ve built.
To earn her trust, nor that special love anymore.
I built those rocks too strong.
She must live behind them
to be protected and safe;
and I must live on the outside…
and accept that judgement,
and forever look at what I’ve done….
and mourn.

My blog is: https://myeverydayjoe.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JInabinette

Joe Inabinette is a teacher of students with severe Special Needs. He lives in McKinney, Texas with his wife, two sons, and two ridiculous excuses for dogs.

He is an ardent fan of the 1967 television show, “The Prisoner” from which he draws much of the inspiration for his life. He enjoys writing Horror fiction and is currently preparing an anthology of short stories.

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Forgiveness II

Forgiveness
Isn’t what I thought it would be
It wasn’t a magical, one-time event
It is a process I must continue every day
that’s never truly finished
It isn’t a steady, uphill climb toward healing
It is feeling I’ve completely forgiven you one day
and hating your guts the next
It isn’t neat and tidy
It is as messy as the pain it is trying to resolve
but still,
I am choosing it.

Hi! I’m Mikea. I’m a writer, music teacher, and aspiring therapist in Dallas, TX. I write songs, poems, and essays about a variety of topics, including mental health, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, and self-reflection. Find more of my work at https://mikealapierre.com/

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