The Gateway To The Soul

she/her. lesbian poetry and photography side blog of hella-ubiquitous

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Collection XVI: Withdrawal

Digress

The exhaustion in my eyes

The dark bags that drag them down

The sagging of my shoulders

Explains more than I ever could

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Collection XVI: Withdrawal

A Bomb

The silence engulfs me

The yelling in my head drowns me

Both leave my ears ringing

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Collection XVI: Withdrawal

Panphobia

What will become of me?

I ask

Not even the wind answers

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Collection XVI: Withdrawal

The Hurricane of My Heart

I need the rain

I need tears

The ones that drip

And fall

And stain

I need to feel the water ricochetting against my skin

For how else could I ever finally give in

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I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. For bothering you, for being moody, for being a mess, for being too much to handle. I always fuck things up.

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<i>Stars in a Jar</i>

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Collection XV: Trapped

I'm in a Cage (There is No Key)

I feel trapped

Trapped by all emotion

Never giving way to motion

Never stopping despite devotion

Giving me the slightest notion

That I will never escape

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Collection XV: Trapped

Quicksand

I try to escape but it pulls me down

Burying me deeper in the ground

The sinking feeling as I get one last glance

The dirt drags me lower and lower

Never giving me any sort of chance

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Collection XV: Trapped

Clarity

Everything far away is blurry

Just out of reach

Just like love

Just like hope

Just like happiness

So who will finally be the one

To give me a pair of glasses?

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Collection XV: Trapped

Take Me Away

I want to run away

Anywhere else

Anywhere

Take me away from all the lies

Make my life a storybook

Because I need an adventure

I just don't know where to look

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Collection XV: Trapped

Inferno (I Combust)

I need to get out of this hell hole

The flames lick at my heels

The ashes drown me

The oxygen is suffocating

The despair surrounds me

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She Tattooed Half Her Face And You’d Never Know It. Her Skills Are Just That Good. Meet Samira Omar.

The 17-year-old was the victim of a horrific bullying incident. A group of girls threw boiling water on her, leaving her badly burned and covered in scars and discoloration. 

She thought the physical scars would be with her forever — until she met Basma Hameed.

Basma Hameed runs a tattoo shop, of sorts — but her tattoo artistry doesn’t look like this:

it looks like this:

Basma is a paramedical tattoo specialist. Instead of tattooing vibrant, colorful designs, she uses special pigments that match the skin in order to conceal scars.

With Basma’s help, patients like Samira can see a dramatic decrease in their scar visibility and discoloration after a few treatments. She even offers free procedures for patients who are unable to afford treatment. That’s because Basma knows firsthand just how life-changing her work can be for those coping with painful scars left behind.

Click here to watch the full video and find out more about Basma’s practice, including how she became her very first patient.

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I love this woman.

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<i>Soft Sunset</i>

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<i>Innocence</i>

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<i>Fog Over the Apple Orchard</i>

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<i>At Peace</i>