TuesdayPixie
New Zealander
I'm Macaila. From the tiny islands of New Zealand ! Hobbiton. / / I love to write. I was set on being an author until I read an interview with Douglas Adams where he said if he could do it again he would be a marine biologist. From that day onwards I was set on being a zoologist. I changed my mind once I got to Uni though. / / There's something extensively amazing about a beautifully crafted sentence. Where the words flow and meanings drip between the phrases, honey to our minds.
Your beauty hides, it's true
'Til after most harrowing moment
Then close and real and sincere
You step forwards
Full of grace and calm.
Please stay true to yourself
Your true true self that is
Don't give in to easy temptation:
A magic potion quick fix
Underneath feelings rile and strangle
Turn stale and fester
Let them out
Let it out
In song or poem or husky roar
Feel it fully to heal it more.
Somewhere deep down I know you
Somewhere you know me too
Connections made will not be lost
Even with time and space
Please remember I truly care
And others love you the same
Reach out, open up
To connect more truly
In empathy, they long to listen
Your beauty hides it's true
But we all know it's there
Don't lament of weak spirit
Rise up oh inner strength
Embrace the nature inside
One day we will meet again
As friends
Our connections will be renewed
With music and laughter and bananagram
'Til then tears must be shed
With happiness as well as sorrow
Thank you for the teachings and learnings
Thank you for being a part of my journey
Thank you for the growth I now hold
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
When Autumn colours your faded embrace
Leaves paper dry as your skin
When eyes peep from bags of flesh
See not what's in front of them
Will you look back and remember me then?
Will your heart fill with love and regret?
Cos you're blinded now by your fear and your guilt
You threaten to lose and reject
And someone wise once told me its not about blood but the love that we share
And I know my tie to you may be lost: there's no holding onto what is not there
And I know you can't see it all clearly but that does not mean that it is all false
I wish you would look in for the truth is in our, it's in our souls
When my Spring blossoms a gift
Birds and bees sending forth sweet song
When a glow from within enlightens
Would we still not have righted this wrong?
Will they ask where you have gone now?
Will my words speak of love and of sorrow?
Cos I'd be missing you then
You're someone they'd want to know
And someone wise once told me its not about blood but the love that we share
And I know my tie to you may be lost: there's no holding onto what is not there
And I know you can't see it all clearly but that does not mean that it is all false
I wish you would look in for the truth is in our, it's in our souls
-- it's not about blood but the love that we share
-- it's not about blood but the love that we share
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
I'd like to say
"I'm only human"
And plead vulnerability
Let my strength fall
But I am made of a wick of light
That burns strong and bright
I have angels guarding me
Uplifting me
I have chosen this journey
And my anger burns searing white
With vision
With clarity
Enemies beware
Though you are simply fallen
Unaware of the bright wick inside
And I will uphold my worth
- But with compassion, see, and understanding.
Though I walk in the light,
I am fallen too,
And one day we will rise again.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
Stomach claws at flesh and skin
"Out! Let me out!"
-- Rips --
-- Tears --
A smiling **** below ribs
set so happily in place.
Oozes across pale carpet
A trail of scarlet defiance.
To taste the world so intimately
A chore indeed.
World's inherent cruelty
Persuades you to flee.
Ribs,
Ribs hug too tight.
In fear.
They seek protection.
You, you run off.
And I sit in the corner and bleed
With care and love and hope
With sorrow and concern and dismay
With the lack of wrong or right
and the absolute inherent wrongness and rightness
Of all things.
Respect me, please.
I pain. I pain. I pain.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
And the fiery haze came down
All must burn
All must burn
Devoured.
Heart drum rears up
Urges forward
HOW DARE YOU
booming through a body
Amplified by bones and skin
Amplified by jaw set, eyes hardened
Hands clenched, soul rising
A challenge has been met.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Ring around the rosy
Pocketful of posy
She towered at the microphone
Heels adding even more height
Deep voice and soul
Filled with mother love
She sang proud
A-tissue a-tissue
We all fall down
Much shorter this time,
Buckled onto wheeled chair
Joy came with her
A smile, a giggle,
Joking joking joking
Then "I've always wanted to play violin"
My fiddle instantly ****** forth
But "Another day, when there are fewer people
To be embarrassed in front of"
fishes in the water
Fishes in the sea
We jump back up with a one - two -
The promised festival arrived,
No more than three days after,
But not her.
She never arrived.
She never arrived anywhere ever again.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
I yearn for you
Heart quickens
Each throb tugging
The string which binds us
Eyes search deep
Forehead to forehead
Nose-tips kissing
Soul knowing
Unfurling more each day
This deep yearning
This calm overwhelming
This whole we have made for ourselves
From two broken souls
And as we mend our own
As we mend each others
Your shoulder and chest become my turtle shell
My busker's chair
Your head crowns mine
Arms pull me tight and close:
Home.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Once upon a time
There was a little island
And it wasn't a person
Because this has a happy ending
There wasn't a tsunami
And we weren't all drowned
The sun dried the land
- But not too much, there was still rain
Once upon a time
Which goes on forever
We are still young
And the world holds a promise: of joy, of splendour
Our hearts weren't torn
Our souls weren't broken
We hold hands with acceptance
Because somewhere there must be a happy ending
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
Scandalous is a person
A detail the dictionary forgot
They didn't have the joy of knowing you
They never will.
You left the same way you entered:
Inexplicably
Your enthusiasm caught us along
Spontaneously reckless
Always just around the corner
Cackling, head thrown back
Shocking me into hilarity
And now you're....
Elsewhere.
Oh goofy
Oh who's going to play beanie babies now?
The horses and ponies are missing from our field
The irises are blooming wild
Purple owls growl at me in the night time
All these displaced riders
Muttering "where is my niche?" over and over
As we spin
Fantails pecking at our insides.
The doorway was too small for the coffin
You would have laughed uproariously
We giggled, breaking the tension.
They removed the door,
Replacing it after.
Please shock me:
Sit up,
Hold my hand,
Something!
But you've turned to stone
And my doorway is too small
There's too much to let out
It all pushes at once
And nothing can get through
So I slowly remove my own hinges
And try to carry on.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
"You need to let yourself lose some sometimes"
He stated, perusing the chess board.
'There must be a way to save them all'
I had thought,
As though it were God's logic puzzle
And I was going for bonus points.
And now I see
Vulnerability is just one of the pieces
There is happiness in sorrow,
In loss, misfortune;
My high score is simply living.
I could close that door
Sheltered by white
I could dream of the potential
I could knock it off its hinges
Splash a rainbow
Risk the dusty wind howling in
To spoil - to alter -
My masterpiece.
Sometimes we have to dare to live.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC