I want to dance
I really do
& there’s something about the way
the wind spins & moves that I envy
I long for a partner so syncopated
in soul & flesh that we move
like the wind
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 3:05 AM UTC
You know that serene feeling you get when you sway in a hammock, eyes closed, sun hugging you, earth humming around you while you feel everything
I imagine that’s what it feels like to kiss you
Like the up on a swing
When you can nearly touch the sky
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC
Don’t kiss me when your tongue still licks your lips with despair
Don’t breathe words of hate before connecting lips with mine
Don’t kiss me with lips of confusion
Don’t touch me with lips of resentment
& call it love
Don’t kiss me
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC
The water holds steady
as my tears did
Lush green surrounds me
I could fall asleep now
The water looks like a song...
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC
Today my mind isn’t very kind
Today I am not very kind
Because today
My mind told me when I woke
When I was curling my lashes
To **** myself
My mind
Told me to die today
Today
My mind isn’t very kind
Today
My mind isn’t very kind to me
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC
I believe I’ve thought about writing this
Or have written this far too many times
In my life
I just know once I’m no longer here
Everyone will have words of
FINALLY
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
It was December 13 & I was filled with
smouldering sure fire
So easy to let the hate hold me high
It’s ice & fire
Hate with steady hands
& head held steady
But tears welled with patience of what
will no longer be
I didn’t let the hate take me this time
It’s so easy
It was like a skate on the ice
3:18
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
I come over & embrace the one I considered dad at some point.
I grab a piece of birthday cake from a somber room filled with all too familiar eyes that say too much. They ache.
Quick tongues & vacant hearts.
Shaky hands & no love worth calling art.
These are the actions of the product of generational trauma & broken homes.
Halfway through my cake before we hear threats of death from liquored breath.
I continue to eat because it’s the only thing I would call sweet in that visit.
Everywhere I turned there was a story, ones that would make you weep if you had empathy & a reason.
I finished the slice of cake & finally break, call my mother because she’s a strong woman I know.
I learnt it from her but this time I couldn’t help. I couldn’t help this time.
I couldn’t ******* help.
I cursed God
I cursed the moon
I cursed myself
& then I cursed some more
Easy to understand the picture when you’re in it because it’s not just a moment it’s moments & more.
I fear for the future & what is & could be.
But I know fear is the devil so I’ll try not to curse no more.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
Girl with the lilac fingertips
Hair nearly down to her hips
Missing the days when
I was on my land, holding a Brisk
In tiny hands
Enjoying the company of loved ones
Listening to the drums
On warm days
On cold
Being together
Never alone
Girl with the lilac toes to match
You’ll feel the beat of the drums again
Don’t cry, braid your hair
Get up & try again
It’s the time of breaking curses
Little girl
Get up
&
try again
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Being a.l.o.n.e.
Nothing short of the feeling of emptiness
But not quite there because we are never
truly
alone
In those moments you find blessings
Find laughter in yourself & your so called thoughts
In those moments you learn what it
feels like to be embraced by yourself
& take notice in the air around you
To be Alone
is lonely, yes
But what is life without a lil reverence
Most often found in those times of
L.o.n.i.l.i.n.e.s.s.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC