Like flowers — unfazed,
unreserved to show their grace;
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Category Archives: Self-love
Tint
“Pain talks over other voices
Puts on a tint of dirt
How do you pay attention
With hissing in your ears?”
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Merry-go-round
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
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Yoga
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
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How about we take some god damn responsibility?
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.
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A Happy Poem
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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No Man Land
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
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Single Truth
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?
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Special
It is like pulsing flame
Held between quivering hands
Delicate, flawless—
I want to have it painted across the sky
Every vibrancy, every shade
Every orange
Yet hesitant, mostly afraid
The tinted glasses, indifferent glances
worse, mistaken invitation
to add strokes to the palette.
We all share the same sky;
Do we see the same?
Torn between sharing a sunrise
or having a nightlight by the bed
This struggle; persistent back and forth
Is what tells me this is different—
This time, this thing
is special
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Learning
On a stretching hallway of doors
Each one flings into an uncharted
The paths here are lit by the moon
Maps are traced out of constellation
Campfire rises and dances like fireflies
Ah, you keep learning to feel alive