• Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Adulting with Burnout

    To continue, from something we left behind. To add, to something we have already seen. It only shows me, it is not the same no matter the similarities. To have everything or to feel you have everything. A big lie, we told ourselves. A big… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Words Have Me Hostage

    Words That Have me Hostage, is poem written by Calosha. Expressing her back and forth with hope and faith. Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Neither Perfection Nor A Pleaser

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  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I Pray

    I pray it rains everytime you are sad so the sun doesn’t take away your fear of feeling the feelings. You wrapped up each time in so many layers, you lost count of your own hiding places. This rain also has been hiding your sadness… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    While I am,

    What I learnt is that if something is meant to be, no thunder and no lightning can stop it from displaying. While I say this,I also knowI said “no” many a time, and that stopped a full cycle of pain and misery. While I say… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Slow Fade

    Slow music at the sound of falling waterfall. I keep all the meaning behind water that falls on my face meaningless, only to call it a miracle. Spotless without any water mark by nature. I mostly flew below all these falling waves, most of my… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    If I Had To Write.

    If I had to, only write about love, I’ll be writing about suffering in silence and dying in horror for enduring, not really speaking up, for love. Is that, what love is for you? Is it, dying in silence? I pray you leave and lock… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    They Said

    They said it was okay to be a butterfly in hell, and I rose to the occasion and left them speechless. Moving in the cave with light feet, scared I’ll wake up the dragon within me. Like the way I burnt all bridges that day.… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Not really my plans.

    All my plans, really not mine, or are they? As soon as they come by, I see why I shouldn’t force any. A dog with a bone, now water that fits into any. All the plans made, not really mine, or are they? All this… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Same Fights, Yours And Mine

    I am on borrowed time, now catching up to all my good doings. Seven cat lives, with six different fights, fighting at the same time. Who holds my hand is dismissed by many. I can’t debate them, so I live all six lives and fight… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Friday

    My soul told my mind a sad story on a Friday: “Wood from the tree, nails from the ground deep within. A hammer from the minds who wanted to make it easier to pierce a nail through. Now pounded on the flesh of the immortal.… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Our Place

    I said many things, many times over, in the same span of time. Now it is a new hour, time for old habits to die young. Correcting with red ink and a kiss on the cheek. I was so lucky to have empathy for someone… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Vengeance that is Not Mine

    Keeping track of the track record left behind by all whom I have a tendency to forget, who had a hand in lowering the knife from the back of my heart. Forgiveness was never supposed to be forgetting what was written by my own blood… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Let’s Get To It

    I say, “Let’s get back to it.” How love in life is less about love and more about if they treated you right — and I can say without a doubt, they didn’t. How hope in life is less about enjoying the present and more… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    This Story – The One and The Other

    “This Story” series of stories written by Calosha Gomes on everyday life. How living is not really living if freedom, peace and above all, conditions placed on were and how One or the Other even breaths. How everything is labeled as unnatural and natural is… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Back

    I am back in the cold wind, flying higher than the last time I walked these streets. The green light is on my side, and so is the sidewalk on the right side of the universe. The sky is what I waited for fondly, and… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Destiny can’t be stolen

    Empty page on Monday morning, filled with everything — every single error and every failure staring at the soul by Saturday. I say one statement; everything crumbles into laughter. Well, I have taken this beautiful life way too seriously for a beautiful soul. Empty mind… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Present

    The sun, piercing through my skin like never before. Maybe the long-awaited year is the reason why. The wind now has the same numbing impact as the cold I had gone to, doesn’t allow me to be depressed. The chaos that I had once left… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Only Need

    To not be anything other than who I see when all chaos is calm. To stay that way not just during the calm, but also when chaos hits, unexpectedly. The need to be a good person has now evolved into surrendering my heart, because I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Peace Is a Privilege

    You hated yourself so much it became a part of you. You see love for the first time; it feels and looks foreign. So you run away. You self-sabotage. You don’t understand until it’s too late. You take the lesson and write it in your… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Off The Shoulder

    I have turned into something that I could never unsee. I feel complete, and now I can’t imagine going back. I do fall and I do stumble. Still, I know I will continue to do so. What changed is that I’ll stumble and fall with… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Floating Boat – Innocence

    Remember the paper boat I made in class so I could watch it sail in the stream of water built by the heavy rain, to see shock—just to see it shred. The joy of an innocent mind. Now I am too scared to build anything… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Keeping The Cold Out

    The frozen ground and the chill in the air can’t fade the warmth in my heart or my will to step outside. No coat could keep the cold out, no voice could warm this path. I grabbed the collar of my own shirt so no… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Nothing Beats. Feeling Unsafe

    Nothing beats risking what I worked for. The whole year of dedication was about to crash and burn. I pulled the plug before I could get sucked in. I stepped aside before losing my whole future. I chose my safety before choosing how much I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Dead Of Night – Stepping Away

    I stood outside, before I walked in, to feel all the emotions, because nothing is worse than locking them in. I walked to get there, with all the flashbacks in front of my eyes. No tears left—the pillow stole them all, in the dark of… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Cinderella In Sheep’s Clothing

    I open a new tab on a new year. The empty space feels hopeful. No shade of ink, feels like an ocean with no horizon. I looked at the eyes before I wrote for the last few months; it meant something to me. Now, all… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    A Day Before The Last

    Second to the last, I close my eyes as the water fills my lungs and I don’t suffer anymore. I breathe beneath this unbreathable, not so unfamiliar space. No longer afraid to be drowned in unwanted grief. A feeling is feeling. What’s not right, I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Fragile

    Fragile but inner strength that can defeat all outer spaces. Fragile into the eyes of insecure beings, but love that takes away breath. Fragile body with the strongest smile and soul that breaks all borders. Fragile in everything that doesn’t matter, what matters protected in… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    More Than Facing

    More Than Facing | Something Out Of A Real Movie | Reality Of CalCon The scene where I saw beauty in the strongest wind that stopped me from walking towards my worst fears. I never just faced my fears; I looked into the eyes of… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Not Worried

    If all my steps were stolen from me, I wouldn’t worry. If someone called me a fool, I wouldn’t worry. If someone called me a liar, I wouldn’t worry. If someone I cared about left me, I wouldn’t worry. If I die today, I won’t… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Someplace Else

    I said I’ll write again when I know I am okay to face it. More, that I’ll put myself out there when I feel safer. My safety was stolen by the one who I was loyal to. I magnify every word and see how the… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    one in a million that I feel calm with.

    An unknown language calms me, right? Korean has an effect on the soul. Not understanding has me not really paying attention. I could fall asleep playing BTS in the background, with my eyes closed on a pillow in a strange land with strange people whose… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Darkest Side Of Humanity

    I noticed you walked away. My shadow has left me before I could catch up with my emotions that weighed me down. The darkness consumed every phase. If my eyes were the moon, now they are darker than any brown. Almost black eyes with almost… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Another Reason To Lead With Love.

    Another reason to know that love always sets everything free, and the power in love is always beyond hate and beyond revenge. Walk towards what fits your principles and walk away from what crosses ethical principles. If anything makes you feel, “Oh, this is crossing… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    My Adiós

    I sat across from my worst nightmare, and she spoke with words like maybes and howevers. I don’t remember your face; all I remember is how you spoke. Teaching me how not to speak with anyone for the remainder of my life. Teaching me how… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Cycled Through

    I cycled through all my clothes in my closet, and on the last grey sweater, they told me to leave, and I smiled as I stepped outside. Not because they let me go, but because I found my dream and my passion shining even after… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I was told to be there at 10 and not 9.

    First, let me reintroduce my intentions to someone on the other side, who I used to be. I have lost a few skins to get where I am right now. Second, let me reintroduce that the first one is still an ongoing process at this… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    My Misfortune

    This silence before I step into the fifth gear is a relief. Unused potential waiting to shine, and seeing that potential being shut down—two different things that hurt the same way. This silence before I step onto the world’s stage, holding my head up high,… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    December Reminder

    December Reminder – Calosha Gomes December reminds me to pack all my memories in the boxes I opened in January. December reminds me to check up on my soul, my year-long battles, and the love I shared. Reminds me to take a look at my… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Poem By Calosha Gomes

    Poem by Calosha Gomes This will see the light of the day when this chapter is wrapped tighter than any knot. This will see the light of the day when this chapter is closed completely. This will see the light of the day when I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    This Writer

    The writer of this story has left the call. Nothing compares to having to stick around when the betrayal hits like this. The writer of this story can barely hold on to what’s left, and that’s not much. Keep telling this writer: what you need… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Where I Already Know

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I write to pick up my fallen confidence, where there is no fallen confidence. I speak to problem solving, where there is no problem. I wake up to carry my own curiosity of living in the present, where being in the… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Denied Authenticity

    Poem By Calosha Gomes The freedom from thinking about what others might say or think if you are yourself is more than freedom; it is the embracing of your own authenticity. Why do people deny their own authenticity? Why can’t we embrace our flaws and… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Too Scared To Utter

    There are few words that rarely leave my mouth and I Care About You More Than You Know. These are the words I am too scared to utter. I care but rather work on making people around me more comfortable. That’s my love language, I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Love And Despise

    What I despised, now music to my ears. Sometimes a mix of both, because I could never love anything that much. Not more than my own safety. I could hate and love something. That only shows I love it coming from the right people or… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    It Is Pinned

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I pinned all knowledge and now I have everything pinned. Nothing, goes unseen before my eyes. I might observe everything, but I believe there is still more to observe. My quick questions and the answers I have can more than heal.… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Violin Tunes

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I hear Violin tunes at every corner of this tunnel I have entered and has me following the same. Now, I believe I am at the end from where I can’t find my way back to what I never liked and… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Abandoning

    Poem By Calosha Gomes The big sigh and the relief soon after we all know what comes after that. Time to run, not me, who ever is around me. Because I am about to let loose ammunition of my Brain in silence and abandoning what… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Forgetting

    Poem By Calosha Gomes Every few seconds of understanding, why we are here together. Forgetting, the same thing once we look away. Now, I am staring at my soul constantly and can’t live one more unspoken love story. Every few seconds of understanding, why I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    More Than Survive

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I only have two hands and sometimes wish, I had four. Would help get things done and meet the pace of my own mind. So many things and only two hands, grateful for every minute and every pedestal I was put… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    We Made It

    Poem By Calosha Gomes We all have dreams that go unsaid. I bring out the best in people whose life I walk into. Something I’d always like to keep doing. We all have dreams that go unnoticed. I bring out the bright light in people… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Third On Wishlist

    Poem By Calosha Gomes We always had a wishlist, I list it down every night. It hasn’t changed much. I have someone to hold hands with on third on this long list, the rest are all dreams. I am a fixer, with potential and I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I Dropped

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I dropped everything, even me, just to build my empire. You are stepping, into the era of a broken mirror coming together to form a perfect circle. I dropped everyone, even me, just to end a mediocre routine just to build… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Precious

    Poem By Calosha Gomes What’s the end of everything, only a new beginning. My eyes wide open to take it all in. My mind reaches new goals and success looks different from this end. If only this had more dimensions then three, unlike me with… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Green Light, Red light

    Poem By Calosha Gomes Ohh let’s go. My soul left my body when I knew. I said, crap, not this again. Not me falling for the unavoidable and avoidant, again. Not me losing my spark for something that has left the chat. Maybe that’s me… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Taste In Music

    I ruined my taste in music just because I could, the power of free will. All I could do was listen to the same album on repeat and then I took a firm stand to have some new additions. My algorithm has me wanting to… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    My Angel

    Poem By Calosha Gomes My mortal soulmate and now my immortal angel, have me wishing there was no death. You looked in my eyes before I could even say a word and smiled at my mere existence. I hope to have made you proud, when… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    My Defender

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I could be, a fallen leaf and the sun shining on the once holding on to the branches for, dear life. I could be, the water that flows with a steady rhythm and the tsunami that wipes everything clean. I could… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Self Sabotage

    I focused on our tomorrowand today I am forced to focus on my today.Had me dreaming, I could be anything I wanted.Now, I question why I even tried to be me.I wished I had been anything but me. Now, I regret moving to a strange… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Anything

    Anything to mean something, it needs someone to think about it for days and maybe months and even years.After all that they might just come to the same conclusion that they did on the first day of all that thinking,“It Is What It Is”. Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Your Hell

    Poem By Calosha Gomes You can be my miracle or a curse You can be my miracle or a curse. And I get to pick what I am to you too. The power in that is more than you understand now. When it hits you,… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Chasing Nothing

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I close my eyes and see green and smile in the distance; it’s not that far. I know I can walk closer to it. And when I touch it, I smile — it is my own shadow. This green has flowers… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I Was Wrong

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I might have gotten it all wrong, from how giving is easier if you have enough to offer yourself. Giving to prove something, only has one outcome, the end of everything. I walked with I have something to prove because I… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Pleasing Just To Lose

    Poem By Calosha Gomes Fifteen minutes to go till I have to be something for others and it has started again. The being something for the whole world while the world chips away my innocence, how much till I finally say, No! It’s probably not… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I Made A List

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I made my list, and you’re not on it— had me off guard, in this world of constant change and fragile life. No heart deserves being broken by a bunch of strangers. I’d live knowing you were one of those— strangers… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    My Match

    Poem By Calosha Gomes My breath matches how I am, not missing a beat on anybody’s account. The discomfort is now fading as the heart is healing. My breath matches how I am, nothing to do with how it increases when I see you. I’m… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Own Time

    Poem By Calosha Gomes I chose my own time to get depressed, and then I chose my own time to visit nature — and to sleep in my same dreams. I just lost my second chance at the same dream, and I am grieving. So… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    The Faded Blue

    Poem By Calosha Gomes The blue has faded, and I am out of your caring haze. I can finally see my refusal to accept that this has ended. My second chance at the same dream has left this ship. Now, I’ve landed at a new… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    When Trauma Turns Into Art

    When Trauma Turns Into Art is a series of digital artworks by Calosha Gomes, showing how racism has had a huge impact on how she lives her life — feeling like a broken mirror and hating the color sky blue. For more context, you’ll have… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    My Steel Heart

    Poem By Calosha Gomes In steel with what I can only imagine was my fate to fall at the feet of something out I have only seen in action movies. I am breathless as I make my escape from a haunted dream or is it.… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I Am Throwing A Kitchen Sink At It

    I was in two places at once. The relief at a closing door and not having to be stuck in a revolving door for another moment. You can abandon me on a random street and see me find my way back — not to you.… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Yours Without The Full Confession

    Poem by Calosha Gomes When you don’t need a full confession to know that someone cares. Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Locked Up

    By Calosha Gomes The fresh air and open doors can’t make us feel free. That’s when we know the mind has locked up freedom in a box and decided we belong in it. Without even us realizing we are locking ourselves up. Out of all… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    I Am, My Peace

    By Calosha Gomes What brings you peace? Nature, would be the third one on my list of things that bring me peace. I look at the sky and take a deep breath every time I feel overwhelmed with different emotions. It happened a lot in… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Calm In The Present

    Poem by Calosha Gomes This heart needs its calmness to beat the same way, every day, just like today. It needs everything to fall into place, to complete its puzzle. Eyes closed, to see what’s beyond this horizon, from where the eyes can’t fathom. To… Read more

  • Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha

    There are these parts of me that I hide; with poems, I opened up, a small bit at a time.

    While I make small-big moves, I look beyond what I can be and who I am.I was told to see how far I had come, and I could not let myself see the growth, or else I might not make it.

    Pride might get to me before joy does, at surviving the world. Am I too sensitive, that I feel to be able to take a simple breath without feeling like I do not belong anywhere on this earth?

    Adulting is forming a big blind eye to society, to live as who you are and not carve yourself in the box of surviving every day, to truly live a peaceful and calm life.

    Without eyeing ads every few minutes of your whole life. To choose to pick what I consume.

    Same Song

    Poem by Calosha Gomes I am listening to the same song, one song that could turn the frown upside down, on a random morning and at midnight, that I can’t wait to get over. The one that got me, out of some rough patch, I… Read more

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