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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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
(@writteninstead)
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
(@writteninstead)
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?
(@writteninstead)
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?
(@writteninstead)
Swear
Most are afraid of the truth
Me, the uncertainty
What a scary world it is
If you can no longer trust
The words they swear by
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Health
I am a spirit of fire
Trapped in a broken toy
Look how I burn up
The shell is bound to spoil
This kind of Fahrenheit
Not meant to be kept inside
Set it free
Here my beloved home shall lie
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