Perpetual Encounters

My sidelong glances, naughty thoughts and etched memories.

[webofstarwars]

[rachelwinfrida]

May the 4th be with you #Starwarsday 

[rachelwinfrida]

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

Warsan Shire 

[rachelwinfrida]

World's End Rhapsody

Just a rambler walking in the sun to the beat of the world attempting to hear and synthesize love, adventure, youth, to an understanding filled soul set pulsing to burst the seems of the ordinary modalities of living. This is the dream, this is tearing down the bloody wall inside and out. I'm free I'll have you know, and this life is for soul's learning not cultures capturing but you cant catch light with darkness, no capture, only conversion.   I will disperse these worldly shadows with the light of my eyes and the smile of lips. This is my hearts yearning throbbing intuition, crippling if not followed. Learning love across the world embracing the lost, the sore, the broken in my arms.

By Rachel Mzengi

[rachelwinfrida]

Bang bang

If poems were Sex  then,I wouldn’t be a virgin  i would caress the letters fix a foreplay with title i would literally fuck the words to give birth to soulful sentences if poems were sex  I wouldn’t be virgin,still.

by Rachel Mzengi

[averno-averno]

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings (via remnantsofapoet)

[rachelwinfrida]

A Reminder

You strip and scream in the pillow of your king sized bed.  Something about life being too hard or your partner’s unfaithfulness. 

Someone’s outside on the side walk 

or maybe under the tree.

Could be one, or two

Or a Family of three. They know what their future is and their prospects are bleak. 'I don't want to eat because I am so depressed.' Well, how about handing over that food to someone who has been going  to bed hungry. You are never thankful for what you have. Let's solve this without any animosity We all have days which are bad. I have seen the sidewalks I have seen the family cringe with the pain You and I know that this system is to be blamed.  It's time that the government has shown their true face. Those schemes are probably gonna fail. Unclean water, improper waste disposal it's time we return back to our own morals. I don't mean to be abrasive but it's time we face it. The rich are getting richer watching poor men , women and children die You get the picture Divided by an imaginary line. Some charities are a scam 'Please help us fund the education of the kids affected by poverty. We have no proof where the money goes. Our logic is fucked. ' Traffic lights changing colors Wait! She comes to my window.

Not even an adolescent. Holding her younger brother by the hand.

Her mom looks at me from the sidewalk.

Sigh. I forget where I am going.

As long as the cash is flowing So many around the world starve to death 'What the hell did you put in this lasagna? A rotten egg?' Your emotional security is important and so is your money. You can enjoy as many luxuries but remember to think of the less fortunate.

They sleep in the streets we sleep in our beds they starve, we waste some born into it

some take the wrong path we laugh we drink they cry they plead they burn while we enjoy the cooling systems we think we are better but if we were good we would help them we would save them some have kids that die from lack of what we throw away all the while we primp and cherish pets we don’t even like we eat from silver and china they eat from the ground from what we throw away we are cowards while they brave the world and the night with nowhere to hide we are the monsters of the world  they are less fortunate and we roll with laughter because the mistakes we could of made they taught us not to by making them first.

A reminder.

by Rachel Mzengi

[rachelwinfrida]

#Repost @natgeo with @repostapp ・・・ "War does not determine who is right --- only who is left." Bertrand Russell Photo @coryrichards Fatuma was abducted by the LRA as a young woman and forced into indentured servitude and sex slavery. She told a story of how women within her group were made to dispose of others who could not keep up. If one would say "I'm tired...", their commander would say "let this one rest." A machete was then handed to another one of the women who was expected to 'eliminate' the issue. This was often done under the threat of death. After years of trauma, Fatuma escaped. Because she did not undergo a reintegration process, she has slipped back to the fringes of society, despondent and isolated with the five children she cares for. The war is not over for her. Her persistent PTSD is not the only reminder of what she has been through. In this image, she shows @ocittid and @erica_shay of @pathwaystopeaceuganda where a small piece of shrapnel from a bomb is lodged in her neck, churned by and tearing muscle causing nearly constant pain. She has three significant shrapnel related injuries that she feels daily. For many, the meaning of Christmas is lost beneath the veneer of opulence. I'd encourage us all to pause and really give thanks for how fortunate we are and how we can give back to the planet and those less fortunate. Today is about getting out from underneath the tree and stepping back into the forest...in all its darkness and light. Merry Christmas For more coverage follow @coryrichards and @pathwaystopeaceuganda

[rachelwinfrida]

Lyrics without Music

Music speaks besides the obvious words. Music tells us it's okay to be different. Music tells us don't let that boy hurt you anymore. Music tells us things we don't want to hear, but we need to. It'll tell you what some people are too afraid to tell you. Music blocks out the noise & pain we feel.

[averno-averno]

You really didn’t see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn’t it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.

Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves (via remnantsofapoet)

[rachelwinfrida]

Madness

Madness isn't obtained overnight, It creeps into your mind as you slip into insanity Truly, everyone is psychotic. its the reasoning for their mentality that makes them so but when your mind is exposed to the horrors of reality, you lose reasoning for being "psychotic" thoughts fade away and sanity soon follows. a human body, filled with blood and flesh has never appeared so hollow. what is impossible to see is that taking place of your thoughts and sanity is madness

by Rachel Mzengi

[actoberspoetry]

if we artists aren’t uplifting, supporting and leaning on one another to further our goals as creators, what then are we really doing? the point, to the best of my knowledge and experience, is and always has been to push one another forward. it’s the only direction to go. stay open and rid yourself of competitiveness with those that have the same goals of you. it’s a destructive mindset to use in most, if not all goal-oriented choices. we’re one in the same. let’s benefit from one another. let’s educate one another on the things which we need to be better artists in general. let’s create next to and because of one another. if you’re an artist, regardless of medium, i’m talking to you.

[wnq-anonymous]

Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have.

Robert Holden (via wnq-anonymous)

[thisadvertisinglife]

when you finally go to bed only to realize you have a deadline in the morning you’re not ready for

[rachelwinfrida]

The fundamentals

Life: Noun: Uncountable: Plural: Lives The ability to have: Abilities  Period of time filled with: Adjectives  With many opportunities to seize Life as punishment: Contract/prison/love Life as enjoyment: Contact/comfort/love Love: Meaning: Affection. Also used above  Love: For idiom see also: not for the world Life: Antonym: Death: What comes after life The leading cause of death on Earth: Indifference Example: None cared for the child sleeping on the sidewalk  The leading cause of life on Earth: Connection  Cheat: Suicide: Lessons on life not learned Antidote: No cure has yet been confirmed

by Rachel Mzengi

[rachelwinfrida]

Anything that makes noise Should not be done on a Sunday. Don’t mow the lawn, Don’t vacuum your home. Respect the stillness that is meant to be. There are but few exceptions (However, your yard work and Home improvement projects are not included). The birds singing, for example. Or the sound of breakfast sizzling Or the whisper of coffee pouring. The loudest thing that should be heard Is the laughter of company. Family and friends are what the day is for. If you don’t have those, then meet a stranger So that next week, you have a friend for Sunday. #Sunday #rants #amatuerpoet #rantsofapoet #poem

[rachelwinfrida]

Sunday

I have always hated this day.

Of course it’s Sunday 

Everyone is busy with their family 

Except me I’ve got nowhere to be

Washing clothes. I might stay in

 As the weather’s so cold.

Breeze blowing through cracks

And gaps makes the house

Sounds so old.

I tell myself I feel fine;

Bones ache upon the line;

Hung out to dry with yesterday’s dresses,

And bleach spotted sheets.

Shivering becomes the norm;

I take it as a sign.

I wrap up as warm as I may,

Cloth upon cloth,fold upon fold.

It’s not enough I sigh,

As the heating starts to lie.

I crave warmth, but heat

Escapes and meets the outside

With a smile and starts to fade.

It’s another Sunday…. 

by Rachel Mzengi 

[rachelwinfrida]

Another Sunday

[rachelwinfrida]

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Langston Hughes