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I’m very happy to say that my submission of my poem ‘Great Waste’ was accepted into the next anthology from Wheelsong Books. Same deal as before, this is a collection of works from talented emerging writers across the globe, assembled for the purpose of celebrating the art and raising funds for charity. I feel beyond honored to be included. All profits will go toward the Save The Children fund.

If I cannot feel 'at home' inside my own head / If my own arms cannot hold me as my skin wraps my bones,

I have always been bad at goodbyes - I re-read the books that made me cry; I still remember your favorite artist and how a scary thought kept you up all night.

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poetry is my second language. It is not something you create - a language is born, a way of communication between two living beings / a way of understanding emotions, you don't always have to speak -

why is it so important to lose something before you understand it’s worth?

“I’ve written poems about you.”

Today I was strolling in the lobby of my house when I stopped and stood in front of a mirror, and then I leaned a bit towards the mirror to see my eyes; I saw a whole new universe today, my almond-shaped eyes with long eyelashes, the sclera with tiny visible blood vessels, my iris with beautiful patterns, and pupils which looks like a black hole. More than that, I saw my hidden feelings that my soul was reflecting through my eyes; there was sorrow, pain, and a strong sense of how stupid I am, how stupid I was to trust people who never deserved my trust. I felt bad for myself for pouring my heart in front of those who were never worthy of the delicate side of my heart. I felt sad for loving those who never loved me back. Everything happens for a reason; I know that, and my broken heart has taught me so much about the world and the people. But what to do when that uncanny feeling comes back, or how to deal with those nightmares of failures and sadness that return and give you hugs like the monsters you imagine when you see a dark place? It is so uncomfortable to deal with this feeling. My Love and Trust was an expensive piece of art, and people broke it like, it was cheap glass.