Mocha-Fueled Musings

Mocha-Fueled Musings by Jaimee Boake

I wrap my hands around the mug,

breathing deeply, 

and it warms me to my core, 

like a welcoming hug from an old friend.

Settling down by the window

I relish the sun on my face, the buzz in the air. 

Coffee shops, to me, are like airports, 

in that I like to watch people come and go, 

fabricating the stories that brought them to this moment

in my mind. The first sip fortifies me

and I put pen to paper to see

where these mocha-fueled musings may take me today.

Momentum by Jaimee Boake

A tiny ballerina twirls

on a stage

which looks too big

but is

nothing

compared to her dream.

<strong>Jaimee Boake</strong>
Jaimee Boake

Having long been fascinated with reading and writing of all forms, Jaimee Boake is a high school English Language Arts, Creative Writing, and Leadership teacher in Sherwood Park, Alberta.

When not working she loves playing sports and board games, hanging out with her dogs, spending time with family, and drinking lots of coffee. She is happiest, always, in the mountains.

More of her work can be found in Purple Fire Publications Write Connection Magazine, and is forthcoming in Lida Literary Magazine Issue 01, Train River Publishing Summer 2020 Anthology, WitchesNPink Anthology, and Lemon Daisy Poetry anthology. Instagram: @jaimeeannethology

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Gravity and Unrequited Love

Gravity and Unrequited Love

Gravity and Unrequited Love by Amber Jasinski

Depersonalization is the feeling of being disconnected from one’s physicality.
My body is here but my mind is wherever you are.
I ache for you like a phantom limb...
acutely aware of your absence.
I searched, but was unable to find a word that describes what it is to feel present in my body only when it is in close proximity to yours.
My mind wages a constant assault against any thought that crosses through that does not pertain to you.
I manifest a life with you through daydreams.
Derealization is an alteration in the perception or experience of the external world so that it seems unreal.
How I only feel like my truest self when I’m with you; But I’m never really ‘with’ you...
Just a deep visceral longing.
When you’re gone I feel this immense emptiness where you should be.
Like the infinite density of a black hole.
If it weren’t for gravity, we wouldn’t even know black holes exist.
You’re my gravity.
And I’m slowly collapsing in on myself like a dying star to become nothing and everything all at the same time.
Amber Jasinski
Amber Jasinski

Amber Jasinski has been writing poetry about the human experience and mental illness for the past several years. She has an undergraduate degree in nursing and works full time as a Registered Nurse. 

Amber is a wife and mother and lives in a full house with her husband, 3 daughters, 2 young grandchildren, her younger brother, and 2 awesome dogs! She enjoys writing as an avenue to explore her own journey with mental illness and to promote mental health advocacy. 

Amber writes under the name ajblueorion on social media where you’ll find her “lost somewhere between the words and melancholy madness.”

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I Can’t Breathe

I Can’t Breathe by Terrasia Covington

Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.
There’s a suspecting eye;
I can’t be innocent, you quickly lie
And never mourn those who
Grieve.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

Only the strong survive,
You want me to believe.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

So many strong die,
So many strong leave.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

Why does my strength intimidate you?
Your own weakness you perceive.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

Blue runs red when white deceives,
There is no red, white, and blue
Without black kings and queens;
You’ll never take my royalty.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

Ebony beauty, you can see,
Hoping my beauty will disguise the Ugliness that lies within thee;
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

Pressure sustained by the weight of your hate, and the weight of Consequences heavier than you could Conceive.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

Nowhere to run from the heart that Beats;
The sound of life stolen from me.
No system protects from the guilt that you flee.
Get off my neck. I can’t
Breathe.

I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t…breathe.
I can’t….

Speechless by Terrasia Covington

Speechless

No one has ever left me,

Speechless

I have too much to say.

I find my words profound and articulated 

When I need them to be,

Flowing from my lips with ease,

Sharing the beat of my heart,

The rhythm of my soul,

Singing the notes of life.

I have a lot to say you know—

At least, I once had a lot to say,

Until a quiet wind swept in and left me,

Speechless.

I had demands and requests—

Viewpoints.

I had an answer for everything,

But I have no answer for this one question 

That perplexes me to no end 

And lives inside this quiet wind 

That caresses me over and over 

And over again until I am,

Speechless.

I cannot explain this gentle friendship 

And this strong attraction.

I have no words for the state I am in.

I only know that I never want to leave.

I just want to stay wrapped up in this 

Quiet wind, where this one question 

That perplexes me to no end lives.

Where did you come from? 

Because, I do not know a place that 

Holds a treasure as priceless as you.

I do not know a look more endearing than yours

Nor an embrace more secure—

A walk more captivating.

I was sure. I was certain.

I had searched all over,

And just when my search neared its end,

You came and left me,

Speechless.

<strong>Terrasia Covington</strong>
Terrasia Covington

Terrasia is a wife and mom of two, from Maryland, who is inspired by love and women’s empowerment. She has been writing poetry since the age of 8, and treasures the gift that is literary expression.

Terrasia is currently preparing a collection of literary works through which she hopes to encourage women in their journey of self-love.

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A Lone Warrior

A Lone Warrior by Abira Muhammad

A Lone Warrior

In my hand, I hold a sword
the crimson staining my hands
as it single-handedly saves lives

On this page, stands an army proudly
ready to sacrifice for the truth
firm underneath the crushing stare of the world

In my heart, a melodious voice sounds
as it struggles to convey my pain
in ways to satiate world hunger

I hold the power to make or break someone
and so do you

The Brightest Smiles Hide/Illuminate the Darkest Hearts by Abira Muhammad

When you find yourself in an endless tunnel
Ask her to smile
For the brightest smiles fix the darkest hearts
When she smiles, radiance emanates
Through her eyes, illuminating those in her path

Look at her and she’ll smile
Healing the crack in your heart
Because you know there is some genuine joy
In the world

Her smile hurts her cheeks
While her eyes threaten to leak
The brightest smiles hide the darkest hearts
When she smiles, whatever is left of her soul
Shatters into fragments
Her eyes glow a little less as reality burns through
Knowing less people watch
Many just see

<strong>Abira Muhammad</strong>
Abira Muhammad

My name is Abira and I  am a 16 year old girl living in South Africa. I attend high school and will be graduating next year. I have been writing since I was 13. I dream to be a published poet one day. 

Please follow me on Instagram @abira._.muhammad

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Man School

Man School by R.H. Alexander

Man School

She has decided

she will give you everything

everything she has saved for some moment

even if it will never happen

she would give it gladly.

In the glow from the willing

in the humbling generosity

in the trembles in her voice

in the way the tears come

bow your head

once and for all

into the kindness and learn.

Then She Looked Up by R.H. Alexander

Then she looked up for the first time

Something had broken through the silence, a sound a sigh in a breath

perhaps it was a weight shifted

or the weight of the silence itself

or the way I pulled at my wrists

the desire we ached for

the infinite weight of desire itself or all of these things that had waited so long.

And now, where is her voice

but better to ask, where is mine? 

<strong>R.H. Alexander</strong>
R.H. Alexander

R.H. Alexander has been writing poetry since he was seven, when his mother showed him how her typewriter could work miracles. 

After a career that spanned forty years starting in journalism and ending as a representative to manufacturers in the outdoor sports world, he began writing new poems in 2010 and has not stopped since.

Alexander lives in Minnesota, is married to Pamela, and has two daughters and seven grandchildren. 

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A Man Can Dream

A Man Can Dream

A Man Can Dream by Jarrius Smith

A Man Can Dream

I have big dreams.

I’m trying to become a man

They remember like Michaelangelo.

A literary legend like Maya Angelou.

Words so concrete

That they have trouble spelling it like

The name DeAngelo.

Intangible Lines resembling that of music.

Barry Manilow.

Organic

Writing

That makes people

Panic.

It’s not even a foreign language,

But they Can’t translate

How I planned

To make something so

Dynamic.

Explosive verses.

Volcanic.

Simple to read.

Specific Characteristics like Atlantis.

Yet, different like

The Pacific

Versus

The Atlantic.

Stanzas

Turn from what’s expected

To oceanic.

A change of pace and they can’t stand it.

It’s like my critics are the iceberg

Trying to sink the Titanic.

When it comes to rhyming poetry, I want to expand it.

It’s been dead for years,

And no one demands it.

It can withstand the test of time in the

Right person’s hands.  

<strong>Jarrius "Yenaros" Smith</strong>
Jarrius “Yenaros” Smith

Jarrius Smith’s mix of lyricism, detail, and style is a dangerous force to be reckoned with. He is known in the literary community (on Wattpad.com and, most notably, Sweek.com) by his alias “Yenaros”. 

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Cut Me Deeper

Cut Me Deeper by Nikki C. Mercer

Cut Me Deeper

Let me lick the blade
So you can cut me deeper
It's easier that way
Our death so much quicker
 
<strong>Nikki C. Mercer</strong>
Nikki C. Mercer

Nikki C Mercer is a wordsmith residing in Adelaide Australia. She manages a family, financial career and passion for creative writing.

Nikki’s pursuits include endurance running, eating way too much sugar and experiencing the depth of life. Nikki is co-author and published poet in a number of anthologies worldwide.

 Connect with Nikki on Instagram by searching for handle: @ImagineExploreCreate

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Freedom

Freedom by Emma Major

Freedom
On paper wings spread wide
I fly
Soaring
Free of my confinement I breathe
Deeply
Thoughts elevate
I embrace
Create
Words resonate I write
Freedom...
Peace on paper
Whilst inside we hide
My mind swirls with energy
Stop thinking
Words must write
On paper wings, they soar
Peace at last...
Take flight
In plagues of old
Creators embraced
Time closeted
As gifts
Shakespeare sat
Contained safely 
Pen to paper
King Lear
Isolation
Not a punishment
Free to explore
Take flight  
<strong>Emma Major</strong>
Emma Major

Emma is a mum, a wife, a pioneer lay minister, a poet, author and blind wheelchair user.  She lives just outside Reading, UK.

Emma started writing for an audience in 2009 and writes most days.  You can read her thoughts on faith, life and mental health at http://llmcalling.blogspot.com

Find details about Emma’s latest book on Facebook at:
https://facebook.com/littleguybook/ or follow Emma on Twitter @emmuk74 or Instagram

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Tormented

Tormented by Louise Carmeli Montes

I started knowing

the feeling of emptiness

When I am in a room

full of crowded people

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My soul is awake 

but my body is sleeping

My heart is numb

but it is still beating

My mind is complex

but it is still thinking

My wholeness

will always be greater

than the sum of its parts

Over-thinking vs. Over-feeling by Louise Carmeli Montes

I stand amidst the blistering waves
exceptionally placid 
among the chaos
weeping, crying
Oh God, save me!

Save me from this feeling
that I can't fight any longer
I resort to dream,
but not make dreams as my master

I simply want to feel
the greatest depth of joy
Just as when the soul 
lies on the green, green grass of home
and just like how the fresh air
pampers my sanity

Be brave, sweet darling!  
Only if it is easier said than done
then I should have not wished for this curse
because as I cherish over thinking, 
I embrace over feeling

<strong>Louise Carmeli Montes</strong>
Louise Carmeli Montes

Poetry is the art of her soul. Seeing life in a deeper perspective is her source of inspiration in writing. When emotions can’t be said upfront, poetry speaks.

Louise is from the Philippines. She finished a degree in Psychology and she  considers poetry as her one of her ways of expressing her inner most thoughts and feelings.

“I know I am still a work in progress, but this does not stop me to look at the beauty of writing poems. I want to share words that can connect to the emotions of people.”

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A Doctor in China

A Doctor in China by Kavindi M. Jayasinghe

Chaos rained all over the country,
Helpless was I, with my team
A virus, destructive since the day of entry
Never did we assume, not even in a dream.
We could’ve controlled it, underestimated did we
Just like a common cold, it’ll depart away
Yet, it strives inside my people’s bodies with glee
Confirmed that it arrived here, to perpetually stay.

I discerned a mother weeping, clutching her son,
Poor child, was insubstantial for battle.
Immunity, the moat of a castle in the long run,
Incinerating him, was all we could do through the hassle.
Worked like robots from dawn till dusk, into the night,
Meals and sleep became a rare luxury.
My wife, my boy cried with all their might,
When I left for work, shouting their aching plea.

An oath is an oath, a promise for good service
Mind you, it ain’t easy dragging your protesting brain,
Inside premises, spelling death in every crevice
It seemed incessant, as the death toll rose, numbers insane.
The world carries the label, “Made in China”,
On clothes, in kitchens, even on the beds they snooze on
I catch whispers, that death too was “Made in China”
Kept in the dark were we, until it spread full on.

Often I feel my body give up, fatigue wash over me
Yet, I keep going as long as I could stay up
As I’ve seen, numerous heads fall to death & be
I pray, I work, I pray, I work, like a mantra for tuneup
Often I feel, mother Earth seems to strike back
For the beings we’ve killed, animals & trees
No wonder we suffer, surviving barely through nature’s attack
It’s time to show affection, my fellow humans please.

Dark Times by Kavindi M. Jayasinghe

Feeling of panic,
Rising globally.
Avaricious humans,
Basked in your glory
Ruining nature’s purity
Today,
Our sins expiated with lives sacrificed
Oh dear world, have mercy.

We scurry around,
Busy with,
Attempts to discover
Life on other planets.
Causing chaos on you,
Treating you with contempt.
Today,
You’ve brought us to our knees
Oh dear world, have mercy.

I see your immunity system
Has taken over, battling
An overgrowing virus named “Covetous Humans”
On both knees, here I am
Oh dear world, have mercy

<strong>Kavindi M. Jayasinghe</strong>
Kavindi M. Jayasinghe

I’m Kavindi M. Jayasinghe (KMJ), (IG handle – @kmj_poetic) a 21 year old medical student at Manipal Medical College. I’m a Sri Lankan born and I’ve been writing since my childhood days.

Poetry and writing has been my solace and passion for years. I prefer writing about the scars that need a voice and aspects that aren’t discussed about more, but I adore love poetry too.

I’m a pianist and music is an irrevocable part of my life. A proud optimist, who is a dreamer and an owner of a strong heart! Hope to save people’s lives and do some good in the world.

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