HIDDEN TREASURES

Princess Ogiemwonyi

A window is all you need to know somebody When you look through it you see all the things they tried to hide

The pain as they enter the room to cry

The words they practice saying before they leave their solitude

The skeletons of all their past lives

All these windows in my eyesight and I all I seem to care about is what is going on behind mine I bask behind the comfort of my walls

Only stepping out when Im ready to share the best parts of me

Because in this society it is normal for us to shame those whose secrets lay out on the street We cover our noses and We move to the other side

Refuse to help

And shut our blinds

Seasons Of Shakespearean Love

Jessica Chung

Autumnal scents intertwine with the breeze, Warm-toned hues adorn every inch of sky. Only one awaits who needs to be pleased: The fresh lover to which feelings arise.

Winds turn icy as the world glows in white, Mugs of boiling drinks, the sole remedy. With crowds and crowds the skating rink ignites, Share passion with the friend once enemy.

Regeneration, renewal, rebirth. The busy bee gathers nectar in grace, As hyacinths and lilacs spring from earth. Mother sparrow cups her baby chick’s face.

Seasons do pass in infinite series, But enduring love faces no queries.

Tarot Cards

Elle Chavis

“What does your horoscope say?”

You asked me that question every day. I never believed in things like that, In something I could not see or touch ruling my whims, But they ruled your whims, And you ruled mine.

So, you made me believe in the stars and tarot cards. You made me believe in destiny and fate. Maybe, that is why it all crashed so quickly: My belief never came from me. It came from you, For I always believed in us. With you, magic did exist, And I could believe we were somehow tied together. Forever.

“You are my fate,” you whispered in my ear. And, I believed it

Because your silver tongue made everything warm. You filled my head with fairytales and hope and angel numbers. Thrust me into a word of belief and manifestation, Wrapped me up in empty words.

I check your horoscope every day now. Though those things have no holding over my life, I know they have a deep hold on yours. The whims and fancies of the sun and stars, Have always moved you, and I would be a liar If I said I did not miss the way you move.

“What does your horoscope say?”

I ask myself that question every day. Not for me, but for you.

I wonder where the stars and sun have moved you now, After they decided I was not worthy of your love.

Maybe to a girl with a stack of tarot cards in her hands. A girl with tattoos of her angel numbers. Someone who repeats her manifestations, Everyone morning in the mirror. Someone who can match your faith in destiny and fate.

“You are my fate,” you whisper in her ear. I wonder if you really mean it this time. Your silver tongue makes her warm and melt And she needs no urging to believe in impossible things, Or your gentle push to be thrust into the world of Fairytales and tarot cards.