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“Home isn’t a place, its a feeling”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

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The air is heavy with your words
deeply scented with your memories
laced with your unspoken words
I am gasping for my breath
choking at times
when they come back and haunt me
titillate me
and arouse me sometimes
with their fragrance
evermore
but still this aroma
is getting infused into my soul
slowly and deeply
where they will live forever
staying ephemeral in their beauty
never to be bothered again
sleep in the deep embrace
of my heart
which they call
their newfound home.
 
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davidbrucehaiku: anger

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ANGER

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Anger can be good

Don’t get afraid, get angry

It’s better than fear

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NOTE: We should be angry at some things.

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Retribution Burned

Sarah Doughty

“I revel in the power with a glint
of retribution burning in my eyes.”

The grumbling, crackling of thunder overhead rushes over me as the breeze increases its speed. A warning of the oncoming storm. The ominous flash, hidden behind the dark gray clouds, rolling around each other as if every part of it wants a chance to glimpse the ground beneath it. That is when I hear the leaves of the trees begin to whisper their silent songs. That is when I see the worms in the earth begin to stir, like they’re anticipating the coming rain. That is when I feel the electricity building in the air. And as those dark clouds pass overhead at last, casting me in shadow, I revel in its power with a glint of retribution burning in my eyes.

© Sarah Doughty

And then I take it all in.

A little something
from…

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elleguyence

I spent a lot of time trying
to fit into another skin tone –
dyeing my hair lighter
wearing muted clothing
pretending to dread the lunches my mother packed
that my friends always made fun of

Today, my jet-black hair requires no comb
I pack delicate, complex meals
speak three languages and
languish, knowing
what an honour it is
to just be asian.

Happy Asian Pacific American Heritage Month! I’m dedicating a few poems to my family this May.Please feel free to share your stories in the comments below.

Love,
ELLE

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