Welcome To The Whispers Between My Ears

welcome to the songs of my heart.

I have always naturally been a writer. I wrote when I felt as though my emotion consumed me or swallowed me up. When I experienced immeasurable joy, or love that would vibrate through my bones. When I felt misunderstood. When I felt overly understood. You get the picture. The times we are in now, does not necessarily allow much space for creative expression. To be fair, since the Renaissance period…. when has art really been truly appreciated? In all of it’s ugly, its beauty, its cruelty, its confusion. I have accepted the fact that I will likely not be able to live the life of the artist that I want to be. I won’t stop dreaming though. I won’t stop forging landscapes in my mind , through my words. I won’t stop imagining. I will imagine worlds in which I have become the woman I have been dreaming of. Even if it doesn’t match my reality. I will continue to share my whispers until they become moans. Until they are shouts and shrieks. Until they bellow and consume the world, in the same nature the world has consumed me. I am fighting back now. My words are my armor, are my strength, are my virtue. And I am no longer hiding in the shadows, and waiting for my life to happen to me. My life is now, and I intend to live it. So welcome all, to the whispers between my ears. Soon the whispers will consume your mind too, until all you can think of is me. And at that moment, I have accomplished my goal. In January I wrote a poem called “The Moon, The Sun, and Her Sad Stars”.

I will leave you all with this as a conclusion. Thank you for being here, at the beginning of my journey :) stay a while… get comfortable.

The Moon, The Sun, and Her Sad Stars

Angel Kermah

They ask me:

how dare you be so bright

yet so dark?

how dare you defy my baseless odds?

how dare you adorn your hair with jewels,

your skin with oil,

your crown with perfumes?

why are you so ethereal?

unable to be caged into my beliefs?

how dare you be a goddess?

Moon, Sun, whoever you are

when i look at you i’m reminded of everything i’m not:

ethereal, saccharine, radiant, wistful, dreamy…

a dreamer.

i stopped dreaming a long time ago.

when i look at you i see the world,

the universe

all the places i’ve never been because i do not have the courage

i would never dare

to dream like you my Moon, my Sun

so i avert my gaze

you can’t know that i see you

The Sun, you shine the brightest

im warmed by your glow, enlightened by your gaze

but i’ve turned my back to it

for when i look in your eyes

i see everything that i haven’t tried...

all the dreams i didn’t breathe into my body

i hate you.

I tell these sad, miserable stars:

i don’t feel sorry for you.

thrive in the night, you evil, jealous thing.

I love you all, like I love the trees, and like I love breathing. Until we meet again!