Indigo Sunset
By Claudie Muchindu
The moonlight crept into the large warm room, landing on a bare foot that had escaped from a vibrant red and brown quilt. The foot belonged to Noora Kim, she was sprawled across a couch that was not designed to be slept in but was not necessarily uncomfortable.
She had fallen asleep trying to read a copy of an 18th century Portuguese poem written by a traveller to ancient China which now lay on the floor. Her plan was to translate it and then make her way to bed but she soon found that it made no sense to her. The notes on this copy of the poem had Arabic notes and she only had a basic level of spoken Ara
Battered tears, shed not here,
Dreams hold answers
I shall refuse to wake.
Hot palms run courses
Sweat yearns to leave.
Ill guide you on a journey
Only, if you let me lead
Take my hand
Lay it to rest, put it here
Rivers shall run, for floodgates
You have opened
Perfumes come in bottles but
Tonight we create a new scent.
Whats yours and mine will cease to be.
What will be shall bring a new eternity.
Lay your lips on unmarked skin,
One day a virgin shall be no more.
Today we lay and stars shall dance,
Heaven shall weep for the beauty we create
Ill make love to you tonight.
Wrap me in arms strong enoug
Thinking I could play, no manual in hand
I rolled my die and watched them land
Honesty they proclaimed, no truths shall be hidden
Discretion, they whispered, no truths you shared
Convinced I was of seeing what only the blind can affirm
I let my heart fly, not knowing if I had enough room to land
Its not a virgin flight, I know this journey
Ive made it once.
I cannot love in moderation
Shy away not from my loose tongue
Ill spell the words I refuse to write
Love has impaled me and I need it to run its course
Yet I cannot sit in the shade of a seed
Planted only yesterday
I have waited for you before
Ill wait for
Shrouded not in mists of darkness,
Slumbering continent; Awaken!
Stooped in history, crippled by it not.
Seeking, an identity, forged by the self.
To the North, Imams advise, heal and guide
Bishops and Fathers dole solace to the South
No longer unchartered, but untamed still.
Divided by a past, not yet re-written
Unavoidable, unpleasant, times reminders still loom
Having scarred no more bodies,
Those who bled have long been dead;
The rot of the mind all that remains.
Divisions long held are oft hard to shed.
To accept borders not drawn by ones own hand,
Led to believe truth deigned by others,
I wept a forest of lonely trees
Hidden in gloves of sinful desires
Im searching for a vision
Yet I have not seen
Your words make me promises
Only I ever hear
My secrets beat a tune
My heart alone shall ever know
Our touch will never meet
For your skin is not mine to claim
Another warms your bed
While broken dreams scatter my pillow
I stand in air you leave behind
Grasping to keep a scent I can call mine
Deny me it all and never grant a wish
Unaware you have me on a leash
Your taste Ill never know
The tags on your hands hare not my name
I cannot take what has not been given
Ill whisper my words
For your ea
I hid a story in my jacket pocket
It had a maid and a maiden and
3 roses not yet in bloom
My goblet spilt over in 7 random truths
Encircled in the profanity of our union
Ill find 2 hearts bleeding 1
Heaven has told no lies, my lips have not moved
We imagine what we will for the light comes with shadows
Stagnant pools shelter no dreams
Hear my whispers of troubled synergies
The meek shall inherit what proud leave behind
Man shall lay asunder all Good puts to rest
Remind you yet of a story in my pocket
For I lost it all
Through a hole I forgot to stitch
Nattis Waking
Natti had a secret she never could share
When the moon winked though her curtains
A snake would crawl into her bed
A snake with rough hands and skin wrapped in sweat
A long thick tongue danced with blunt teeth in a pit of spit
Into her skin the medley would go
Theyd always mark their trail
But his lips would always insist
This is nothing but a game
Above his snake hands, sat broad shoulders
For this snake was built as solidly as a wall
When the moon shone and liquor warmed his heart
Hed come in to play
His tongue wove tales of love and devotion
His eyes refused to see the abundance of
Twice I called to say words
I know you never want to hear.
Twice you answered
And my tongue,
Tied with regret
Could say nothing
Of the love
I have lost for you.
I gave more
Than I was willing to give
I shared
Less than you wanted
The weight bore down
And soon I forgot how to breathe
You gave more
Than you should
In my currency
It wasnt enough
My heart was never yours
Yet I hold yours when I never asked for it.
Indigo Sunset
By Claudie Muchindu
The moonlight crept into the large warm room, landing on a bare foot that had escaped from a vibrant red and brown quilt. The foot belonged to Noora Kim, she was sprawled across a couch that was not designed to be slept in but was not necessarily uncomfortable.
She had fallen asleep trying to read a copy of an 18th century Portuguese poem written by a traveller to ancient China which now lay on the floor. Her plan was to translate it and then make her way to bed but she soon found that it made no sense to her. The notes on this copy of the poem had Arabic notes and she only had a basic level of spoken Ara
Battered tears, shed not here,
Dreams hold answers
I shall refuse to wake.
Hot palms run courses
Sweat yearns to leave.
Ill guide you on a journey
Only, if you let me lead
Take my hand
Lay it to rest, put it here
Rivers shall run, for floodgates
You have opened
Perfumes come in bottles but
Tonight we create a new scent.
Whats yours and mine will cease to be.
What will be shall bring a new eternity.
Lay your lips on unmarked skin,
One day a virgin shall be no more.
Today we lay and stars shall dance,
Heaven shall weep for the beauty we create
Ill make love to you tonight.
Wrap me in arms strong enoug
Thinking I could play, no manual in hand
I rolled my die and watched them land
Honesty they proclaimed, no truths shall be hidden
Discretion, they whispered, no truths you shared
Convinced I was of seeing what only the blind can affirm
I let my heart fly, not knowing if I had enough room to land
Its not a virgin flight, I know this journey
Ive made it once.
I cannot love in moderation
Shy away not from my loose tongue
Ill spell the words I refuse to write
Love has impaled me and I need it to run its course
Yet I cannot sit in the shade of a seed
Planted only yesterday
I have waited for you before
Ill wait for
Shrouded not in mists of darkness,
Slumbering continent; Awaken!
Stooped in history, crippled by it not.
Seeking, an identity, forged by the self.
To the North, Imams advise, heal and guide
Bishops and Fathers dole solace to the South
No longer unchartered, but untamed still.
Divided by a past, not yet re-written
Unavoidable, unpleasant, times reminders still loom
Having scarred no more bodies,
Those who bled have long been dead;
The rot of the mind all that remains.
Divisions long held are oft hard to shed.
To accept borders not drawn by ones own hand,
Led to believe truth deigned by others,
I have a gift Id like to share. Its my ability to tell a story. To weave a tale you and I can share. I have one I would like to share with you if youll let me. Its a tale of Bill and Kyla. It isnt a love story, its a life story. A short life story. This tale is not as boring as your own existence, I assure you. Bill and Kyla are as East and West but go together as sweet and sour. They have found what we all hope we can catch, if only for a moment.
I guess I should tell you of how they met. The details arent that important. What is though is that she picked him. She chose him before he even knew he could be
She is as good as he has allowed her to be. Theres nothing I can add to make this a beautiful romantic tale full of magic and good defeating evil, neither is this a delightful discourse on the nature of man versus the nurture of woman. This is story less than that. I have a story to share. Its a less than charming tale of a peach and an apple that grew in orchard and somehow got entwined.
Shall I tell you about the peach first? He is and will always be the only entity that has the power to bring her to less than she is and she has willingly given that power to him. I cannot say whether she had a choice or not but thats ofte
I wept a forest of lonely trees
Hidden in gloves of sinful desires
Im searching for a vision
Yet I have not seen
Your words make me promises
Only I ever hear
My secrets beat a tune
My heart alone shall ever know
Our touch will never meet
For your skin is not mine to claim
Another warms your bed
While broken dreams scatter my pillow
I stand in air you leave behind
Grasping to keep a scent I can call mine
Deny me it all and never grant a wish
Unaware you have me on a leash
Your taste Ill never know
The tags on your hands hare not my name
I cannot take what has not been given
Ill whisper my words
For your ea
I hid a story in my jacket pocket
It had a maid and a maiden and
3 roses not yet in bloom
My goblet spilt over in 7 random truths
Encircled in the profanity of our union
Ill find 2 hearts bleeding 1
Heaven has told no lies, my lips have not moved
We imagine what we will for the light comes with shadows
Stagnant pools shelter no dreams
Hear my whispers of troubled synergies
The meek shall inherit what proud leave behind
Man shall lay asunder all Good puts to rest
Remind you yet of a story in my pocket
For I lost it all
Through a hole I forgot to stitch
Writing Opportunities (Publishing) by BeccaJS, journal
Writing Opportunities (Publishing)
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Hello all!
As writers, we always talk about “getting that piece published sometime” or “maybe submitting to a few places”, but how many of us actually eat our words and get on with it?
It was suggested that perhaps we could help nudge you
Royal Families Story Contest: Deadline Extended by ThornyEnglishRose, journal
Royal Families Story Contest: Deadline Extended
In June 2012, Queen Elizabeth II celebrated her Diamond Jubilee, along with many of her subjects. Some looked upon the event with disdain, while others treated it with complete indifference. Kings and queens have existed in this world for centuries, sometimes loved, sometimes hated, often controversial but always fascinating.
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Hello World!
I am working on being more productive offline and so far I do have my first fantasy novel (first fantasy anything really, always thought of myself as a "literary" writer) plotted out, (another first coz I usually just work by inspiration) but actually writing it out is ....an experience. Events not in the plot come up and feel like they belong so I leave them in and I wonder how long the editing process will be... and due to certain themes I am not sure it will be YA when I am done... seems an adult novel... no romance but there is a sex element going on... some violence of course... we'll see as the pages turn.
Oh... and in De
There are different versions of that saying out there and depending on your own personal headspace you can either "buy it" or not. The choice is yours though and that is a wonderful luxury.
I have so much more than some people, and a lot less than other people, so if i choose to be miserable about it, all i do is make myself miserable.
So, to anyone else who also is having trouble dealing with life, it could get a lot worse and if it cant then everything else has to be better,
Still searching for my voice.
But life keeps getting in the damn way.
Heller ladies and gents!
I have neglected you greatly and apologise profusely. I am not sure telling you why would help (not to mention, there's a high likelihood that you arent that bothered and I have an inflated view of myself than even the internet gives me the luxury to believe...
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