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Artwork by Kaia Kerai
Step into the whirlwind of my emotions, captured on paper. As a hyper-sensory being, commonly known as a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP), I navigate life, both internal and external, with heightened senses. This ‘superpower’ lets me convey emotions through shapes, colours, density, light, and brushstrokes. My latest artworks offer a glimpse into my soul, revealing deep emotions: joy, despair, and liberation.
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Limitations
Limitation
one hundred thirty words,
is a limit
and that limit hurts.
Creating poems
gets irritations
has someone to do it
under limitations.
Yes it hurts
me and others,
but the limit stays,
nobody bothers.
See I can do it,
this is only fifty eight words,
but nothing changes,
the limit still hurts.
By Bernie Spangenberg
Copyright © bos clipshill October 2023
I had a dream
I was in a house
I couldn’t find the door out
There were many mirrors
I looked into
But I couldn’t see myself in them
Someone was singing
A very sad song
But no where was the singer to be found
I walked around and round
This big house
Up purple stairs
Then back down
In search of a window
To look out on the world
But all the windows were covered
With pipe cleaners
And they reached out to me
Asking for help
But I was unable to untangle them
So I left them there
So I left them there
I sat down on a cushioned chair
In despair I cried
How did I get here
How did I get here
I knew I must be in a dream
But I couldn’t wake up
So I looked up
There was no roof
I knew I must be in a dream
So wings I grew
And I out of that house I flew
And I looked out on the world
But it was just my face staring back
It was just my face staring back
Yazmin Todd
Coromind: Coromandel’s Collaborative Magazine
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