“But I still love you so, I can’t let you go.”

by pablomerchanm

• Evening gown. Maker: Clergeat (maison de confection, Paris) Date: 1898-1900 Medium: Silk satin “Charmeuse”, wool and sequins embroidery, lace ruffle, chiffon, taffeta lining.

The Outsider’s Journey

I can see the land wherein my innocent desires dwell – the desires prance gleefully among the sunlit hills of resplendent glory desperate to take a stance in this venture. I’m at their mercy and now lured into their spell. I witness the sky’s galaxy melting gently, consuming me and giving way to the darkness… now, no longer amiss.

Propelling in the desolate summer wind, the shadows take control. and the known covertly becomes the unknown. Feeling weak in the mind, my strong heart rescinds. And whilst my blood courses through my veins, I sense that I am not alone.

My eyes tremble shut. Yet, I’m bewitched by my own thoughts. It is in here that the incubus’ hiss their seductive taunts. But the strength to fight and retaliate, I have naught. Covered in shame from my oppressor’s innocuous whip, my eyes are bloodshot.

Walking ahead, I observe an ocean adorning a multitude of swirling shades: Abruptly trapping me in a color; conjoining us into one entity. My foes now fade into whispers of nothingness feeling betrayed, and the inferno surrenders to my soul; engulfed by my newborn identity.

The weight of my endearment pours down my face as my world stops quaking. And I know, that the conquerors of the earth will now open their arms for me. Thunderbolts strike across the sky, justifying the beginning of this end. But alas, I can see a break in the clouds – and I fear not myself anymore.

-Feny Pandya

The liberated heart

“The Liberated Heart” is the second of three poems inspired by wordles created by the CAMHP executive team. Enjoy and stay tuned for the final poem of this collection!

when i give you my heart please handle it with care for it is glass and I am vulnerable when you first hold my heart please do not let go for it is wild and pulsating with passion

as you get weary of my heart please release it but gently for liberation is daunting and when you yearn for my heart just peer inside your own for there will always be a piece of it inside you

 - the liberated heart

HARRY POTTER GIF CHALLENGE  —  [2/4] THE HOGWARTS HOUSES

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015) dir. J.J. Abrams

game of thrones characters: daenerys targaryen “All men must die, but we are not men.”

Glencoe, Scotland

Salle des Fêtes, Musée d’Orsay, Paris

                                     The Korean store is all the way across town.         I know. So if I went all the way across town to get something you like, that means…                                      You must really like yogurt?                                                                           You are impossible.

The Fist: An Ensemble of Fingers

CAMHP presents “The Fist: An Ensemble of Fingers”. Using a Wordle created by CAMHP executives (pictured below), 1 out of 3 poems were written based upon our goals and what we envision for our program. The poem below explores the power communities give to its individuals and the strength of working together. We hope you enjoy! 

i raise my fist for my community for it represents more than my own strength because this is not a battle i have to fight alone each finger for each one of you and i remember that i am connected and i remember that i belong and just like the fists we raise together with each hand dedicated to the other each finger vulnerable to the other we are powerful together

- the fist: an ensemble of fingers