I live life like in a sprint—
A lighted matchstick
Stuffed all of myself in every strike
I could not repeat anything twice
Each day, I become a little less
But dirty dishes and laundry ground me
They taught me that life is ongoing
(They taught me rest)
It is everyday; it is in the breath I take
No matter how sick or tired,
I’d draw in one more breath
So enjoy the ride
In this merry go round
Keeping alive is never wasted time
Take breath, find stillness
Sit with the pain
The love you give to your body
It will present itself back to you
As grace, as balance
As strength
How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves
For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence
How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs
We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.
Warm and tender
Skin to skin
Touch to my fingertips
Bright room and morning air
Skin to sheets
Quiet awakening of city
I can too
write a happy poem
When I recall
the start of my days
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There’s a place in our heads
where forgotten dreams go
hand in hand with midnight ideas
and drunken resolutions
A bustling place, filled with lace
Everyone’s in costumes
they smell like butter biscuits.
And the tea and the dance never ends…
It’s time to go—
leave all of it at the door!
In fleeting moments of awakening
you catch a glimspe of it
Like a lens that can’t quite focus…
Sharpening into shapes of reality
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I shoved, I pushed
made sure I took
All the right steps
It landed me where
Nobody is, and
now nobody can
relate to my ache;
what keeps me awake
Where does it begin?
My dire need for validation,
longing for absoluteness.
Wilful prayers sent into nights
Lamenting for a single truth
The murder of perception
It is a safe, reliable,
fair, and
cruel world.
In the words
‘I knew I was right’
Could there be any closure?
Shame, shame, shame
When real life exceeds what we make up
in horror screens
Shame, shame, shame
Those badged with the honour of protector
use their muscles to break, to murder
Shame, shame, shame
Terror and brutality roam the streets
in rubber bullets and pepper sprays
Could it be, we’re living a reality within dream
When can i wake up,
please?
Where does it begin?
My dire need for validation,
longing for absoluteness.
Wilful prayers sent into nights
Lamenting for a single truth
The murder of perception
It is a safe, reliable,
fair, and
cruel world.
In the words
“I knew I was right”
Could there be any closure?
