Month: June 2015

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there’s a beauty

in your silence

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knowing

you’re there

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I know

I shouldn’t

but

I adore you for it

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In a blink of an eye, the you who was yesterday can be totally different from the you, who is today or will it be in the following days or years. The rampant waves of people you meet and struggle to mingle with truces the change. Their ways you suggestively approve or beyond disagrees makes the change. The impressions they give, the impressions you give borders the relationship you build or about to build. However, the end of all this comes from how you have, decides your actions will be upon them. The greater their personalities undermines yours, you subdue yourself. In turn, you build in grudges and you build in forays that you have in with you cause this was how you handled conversations. You were timbered with the idea of showing good impression, through and through that white lies becomes your great excuse.

You have been totally troubled…

You gaze at the moon till it fades out into its own halo that expands beyond the edge of your eyes, and then you see my face, ever so slowly emerging from behind the midnight moon; my lips curved into a perpetual smile, my eyes looking straight into yours. And even from this distance, we know how we are not far from each other. Because I see, you haven’t breathed for a while. You sit there, holding your breath, your chest inflated, eyes dilated, and you are scared.

You are scared because you know who I am. Don’t you?

Write to me, sharing whatever your mind pictured on having read this piece. If it hasn’t made any sense to you, please do write that too. This is a small experiment.

~ Soumya

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No one told her she was supposed to taste the lyrics first
That her brain was supposed to decipher the intent of melody
before it escaped her mouth
That her taste buds were supposed to burst forth
before she spit them out
She had no aspiration that we should admire
Never attended a poet’s university
Or danced between the poetic techniques they said would enhance the skill
Did not feel the irony of brilliantly untalented brush upon her skin
Did not notice the personification walk away with simile and metaphor
Did not know what all these terms were for
For
She was not
A
Poet.
Did not understand Dickinson’s Train
Why it lapped the miles,
And licked the valleys up,
And stopped to feed itself at tanks
Or why frost stood still and stopped the sound of feet
No one warned her that imagination was supposed to pass on information

It is no secret that having a child with a disability can be difficult and hard to deal with at times. I can only imagine what my parents thought process was when the doctors told them that there was a huge possibility that I may have cerebral palsy. I am sure they were scared shitless, nervous, and probably had no idea what the hell they were getting themselves into. With that being said though, they loved me and knew that they would do anything to help me live the most normal life possible.

There have been times though that people have not understood why my parents made the choice they did and not choose abortion or adoption. I remember a specific time where my mom ended up having a conversation with someone who we know about this. Now, before I continue on with my story, I just want to say…

Everybody has dreams and aspirations in life. Some people may want to become a doctor, or scientist, or a teacher. Some people may even want to become an actor, Broadway star, or musician. I thought today, I would talk a little about my dreams and aspirations for my life and talk about how important music has been to my life.

For as long as I can remember, music has been that special thing in my life that was always there. There is a song out there for every situation and emotion that comes with it. Because of this, I have known since middle school that I have always wanted to work in something with music, I just wasn’t sure what exactly. I took band and choir in middle school, but band was short-lived. Choir was the one that stuck for me through all my middle school days and most of…

Today marks the one-year anniversary that I have been living and pursuing my dreams of working in the Music Industry here in Hollywood, or Hollyweird as I like to call it. And honestly, looking back, so much has happened, but it all seems to have flown by in super speed.

Hollywood is a crazy place. It is also a VERY hard place to live in at times. It WILL force you to grow up and mature fast. You have to get used to being on the go at least 99.9% of the time. Believe me, being a girl who grew up in Oregon for 26 years, this was a huge adjustment for me, but I honestly would not change it for the world.

In just the last year alone, I have learned so much about myself. When I look back on the last year, I think the biggest thing that…

Poetically Un-normal
    By the un-normal poet

I’m standing before a blank page
Blank mind looking back from the stage
The stage replete with pretenders
Pretenders not far from a rage

The fire escape dripping in rain
Still dripping on links from the chains
Chains that have bound all that’s tender
While tenderness searches in vain

If time could stand still within space
Within all the truth that’s displaced
Displacing the love in surrender
Surrendering lines on my face

If I could pen words in the clay
Some words from a poet’s café
Poetry rhymed to remember
Remembering dawns when you stayed

Michael 33

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