my body isn’t mine dawn and dusk it belongs to the restlessness the tomorrow never comes only the in betweens are mine to control my imperfections are mountains i am climbing myself rain is boring into my back water is filling me up i am too heavy the slippery stones give but the ground doesn’t … Continue reading Stagnant Water
your first love’s tattooed on your heart and it burns, still burns like it was just yesterday they decided to be fire instead of water.
Actually, this was inspired by the #kpodolachallenge. But (of course!) since I didn’t get around to submitting it, I figured maybe I should post it on here. Because love, this morsel, is just not enough There’s no such thing as a ‘sort of relationship’ There’s no ‘kind of, maybe, let’s be together’ There’s no doubt, ‘baby, … Continue reading Because love, this morsel, is just not enough
Find it. Find your wings And darling fly. Fly from this place That brings you no joy.
Someday we will leave this pain behind, and all the suffering that has been etched on our skin will fade away. We will tear into new bodies created out of our will to live. Home will be beautiful and I promise, we will get there.
We are ruins We are fallen towers We are remnants of Fragments of Our broken selves We are pieces And loose ends Bits and bobs Bric-a-brac Rubbles and shards We are tempestuous spirits Breaking walls People with spikes for bodies And rootless limbs for souls We are mares and stallions Running free Wildflowers Thriving on … Continue reading People of unquenchable fires
There is no story of love without sacrifices No joy where there’s never been pain There’s no happiness where sorrow hasn’t thrived There’s none. No victories without labor. There’s not a sacrifice greater than loving without self Or any pain larger than a soul without joy There’s no sorrow more deathly than an unhappy heart … Continue reading Labor of love
I’m at war with myself The kind whose loss or gain you feel in equal measure I’m at war with body and soul And I cannot bear one apart from the other These days sleep eludes me I struggle to forget how much time has passed since we last spoke Thoughts of many ethics scurry … Continue reading War