Broken windows in the dark–
Torn apart by lusty needs.
Does the pagan thirst succeed–
Or does it crumble into a used up heap?
Does it glisten like the sun–
Tempting those who have not won?
Where do these dead men go–
On the shores of milky bays,
Or do they scurry through lonely ways?
What becomes of the sharpened knives?
Are they thrown or do they die?
Where does this vicious cycle end–
In a friendly fire or a peaceful land?
~ Ariana Spalter
It started with a knot.
And over time a rope was formed
Strengthened by my toil,
Thickened by my hope.
And the grip got tighter.
And just when i thought i finally had you,
the blade hit the rope.
And you were lost.
~ Chaya Mushka Barchaim
I love that feeling that comes
During the longest night
When tiny white angels
Begin to take flight
They parachute ever so softly
Landing with barely a sound
Slowly forming a blanket
Of soft white upon the ground
But it doesn’t last for very long
This magnificent show
Because sooner or later someone walks by
And makes footprints in the snow
~ S.K.
She was never called The Woman, only, A Woman. Her locks were long and shining and her face was pure as snow, her lips the color of berries and her eyes wide and blue. She was the one who every night took the husbands to bed and showed them what a true dance of the spirits could be. She yelled in song and praised in plenty and never knew a slap or a whip or a curse. Her needlepoint was precise and intricate and her fingers were still soft because a needle never pierced her skin. She was the one who joined the twelve of them in harmony and peace, and the jealous wives tales became untrue when she was around because they were all the same, and how can you be jealous of a woman? Her children were bright and playful and she stayed young through the fretful winters and broiling summers; her hair never grayed and her skin never creased. They wondered about her but she only lived in this town, among these twelve, silent as a whisper. She was the one they turned to when there was nothing left to put on the table, no crumbsleft in the fridge, when their men had hit them and their children misbehaved. She was there when they were mocked because they didn’t know how to add or spell or read and write, and when their backs broke from the weight of sorrow; when their mothers died and they got feverish and black. She was there most of all when they looked in the mirror, a crack splitting their faces in two and she was between the crack and holding them together tight. She would whisper in the ears of the twelve and remind them of their beautiful locks and berry lips and the songs they sang together like birds going south. They would look into the mirror, straight into her eye, and they would know who they were. They would know that they were the thirteenth.
~ Y.J.
The whole world spins around me.
faster, faster, faster.
my mind claustrophobic,
My vision is blurred
by the fog of my confusion
on the window to normality.
My only way out,
isn’t one at all.
because ropes are binding me
chaining me down,
Freedom is a fairy tale,
tasted only by those who can afford it.
But this is real life.
We’re chained to our habits
Trapped by ourselves.
To the world, we are flawless seedlings.
But through the eyes of our own,
we are scarred.
We are the slaves,
the slaves who created the fairy tales
that the worthy live in.
While we sit inside broken vessels,
susceptible to falling right through the cracks.
And now
we are holding on.
Not to a rope.
Not to our past.
Not to our fantasies.
But to each other.
I nod my head and smile again,
The burning creases brand my skin
A scar I will forever wear,
There’s nothing left to talk about
Pretend to hear, pretend to care:
I fear my words have all run out.
~ M.N.
Look, the snow is melting
See the droplets on the trees
They cling like little children
Onto their mother’s knees
The sunlight blinds my vision
As I squint to see the birds
They chirp and chatter freely
A song that has no words Continue reading
I take my usual spot
the one by the door
and I let out a sigh cuz
I’ve seen this scene before
that man, with the paper
nothing else hits his eyes,
and that mom keeps yelling
at her baby who cries
one guys loudly snoring,
mustve had a hard day
and a young girl beside him
is texting away Continue reading
Hidden in a voice,
is a variety of emotions
Sure there’s a sound,
which forms the words
but that’s not all.
Hidden in a voice,
is a whole new mystery
Things which are left unsaid,
or simply can’t be heard
A voice tells all.
Hidden in a smile,
is a variety of emotions
Sure there’s happiness,
and the sounds of laughter
but that’s not all.
Hidden in a smile,
is a whole new mystery
Whether its suspicious,
or filled with dreams
A smile tells all. Continue reading
That night I found you,
breaking – slowly but surely
I saw your seems,
coming undone
I saw your emotions,
trapped inside the pain
You were sinking,
but you stopped swimming
Floating into a world,
far from your reality
That night I found you,
broken – covered in pills
I saw a sadness,
a waterfall of emotions
Trapped inside your eyes,
unable to escape
You were lost,
at rock bottom
Living in a world,
far from your reality Continue reading
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