Viper

Her scales-

       A delicate balance

       Between  lust&grace

       And a fatal endless agony

Smooth to the touch

Thick as the fear and desire

Her forked tongue tastes

In the air.

She’s beautiful

And she’s got her sights set on you.

She’s poised

Statuesque

But before you know it

She strikes

Leaving you

Without the hope of survival.

Moving On

In the end, there’s just

Me

 

Allow yourself to see it from my view:

Love is something you lose yourself in

Regret is when you realize, too late that

Everything has changed

And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.

Dreams are haunting your waking hours with

Yearning, but nothing can be changed.

 

Go on, move forward. There’s

Only so much more that can be done when

Never means forever and

Everything we had is lost.

Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

Stage Daughter

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Sonya is a single mother that always dreamed of being an actress but never quite made it. Struggling to support her daughter, Sonya pushes her daughter Razia to become the successful actress that Sonya would never become. Sonya is trying to find her place in a world where she never seems to fit in while focusing all of her attention on troublesome Razia. How can one woman hold her own while combatting so many outside forces?

Razia is curious about her father and disappears for the afternoon on a trek that lands her in front of a man that she doesn’t even know. One curiosity about her life has changed the lives of everyone that she knows. She comes face to face with her father, Aziz, with whom she has nothing in common with but she is fascinated by. What will happen to Razia now that she has a mother and a father that just can’t get along?

Aziz is a muslim yogi running a successful business when a daughter that he never knew he had arrives at his work. Struggling with his past and present infidelities, Aziz is now faced with the challenge on worrying about the future of two separate families. What will happen when Aziz’s unfaithfulness to his religion and to his wife come crashing in to his life?

“Stage Daughter” is reality fiction told from the perspectives of Sonya, Razia, and Aziz. The situations that they are dealing with are very relatable to the modern world and are very easy to understand. They are equally important characters in the tale of one family, and all of them are just trying to find where they fit into this crazy world. Personally, I didn’t really like Sonya as a character because she was very quick to start fights without thinking rationally about things, and it was easy to confuse the voice of Sonya and her 12-13 year old daughter, Razia, because they are both incredibly immature. Sheryl Sorrentino excellently captures the language of how modern teenagers speak and act, which was very impressive. I appreciated reading a realistic story that was easy to relate to in the sense that all of the main characters had very different personal issues that they needed to come to terms with and was very pleased with the outcome of the story. Sheryl Sorrentino has crafted a story that, albeit is riddled with intense arguments, is an inspiring story about being true to who you are and embracing your place in this crazy, messed up world. 8/10

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Mirrors

Don’t look.

Just walk right by-

Quickly

Before your eyes lock

On the reflection

That isn’t yours.

 

She looks like you,

But she’s grinning a toothy smile

While your lips are pressed tight.

Her gaze holds you-

And before you know it

You’re leaning closer…

 

Hands reach out from the glass

Grab you

Force your head to make impact with the mirror-

Shattering

Rings in your ears as

Your

World

Crashes

Down

Around

You…

Puzzles

As we stand in a room of puzzles
No puzzle more intricate than us

With your eyes trained on me
Searching for a reaction
But what am I supposed to do?
You always had a way
To make my knees weak with lust
You always had a way
But what am I supposed to do?
Searching for a reaction
With your eyes trained on me

No puzzle more intricate than us
As we stand in a room of puzzles.