I don't need me another friend
Take me but please don't hold my hand
With your hands around my neck
I would still pour all my love into you
And what did I expect?
You know your way around my temple
Like the architect
And with my claws into your chest
I'd carve the words
That I could never sing to you.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
I stand here drenched in light
Like, say, I'm putting on a show for you
You think that's why I'm here?
Like, say, my skin was made this soft
To cushion the blow for you?
Like, say, my value can be measured
By my willingness to serve?
Do I use too many words?
Should I offer myself to you on a platter?
Like, say, the dreams that got me losing sleep
Don't even matter?
I stand here drenched in light
Like, say, I'm putting on a show for you
But my skin was never made this soft
To cushion the blow for you
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
Loss and gain, loss and gain
Arriving just to leave again. This is what it's all about, this is what it's always been. I guess it's easy for us to forget that this life is transient. Never constant. Only sometimes comfortable. Only sometimes awful.
It is an eternal river, running downstream. And we come along, for the briefest moment; a hand dipping into the current of life. And we watch as the water drains back through our fingers when we leave; taking with it our torment, laughter and sins. Our love affairs and painful regrets. The stories we told over and over. Every little detail that we identified with so deeply -- it all returns to the Source. And the river does not cease to run when we are no longer in it. It keeps on running, just as the world keeps on spinning, with such intention. An intention that we've spent eternities trying to make sense of.
Sometimes my insignificance is enough to drive me to the edge of despair. But other times I can't imagine a more emancipating truth.
Loss and gain, loss and gain. Arriving just to leave again. This is what it's all about, this is what it's always been.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
her soul ached for something a little more than fingers intertwined between hers. something a little harder to find. and it's true; she'd made homes out of humans, because their comfort kept her warm. but it was never enough. maybe she'll never find what she's looking for. maybe she was never supposed to. but until then, in the midst of her uncertainty, she turned over every corner of her world until there was nowhere left to look but inside herself. and what an awakening it was to find that every road led to home.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
you're steady clinging to any saving grace that you can find, piling up excuses just to keep his presence justified. not to mention all the ways you let his darkness be romanticised.
the present moments flicker past and you pay them no mind; shackled to a past with him you know you can't revive.
and you could spend a lifetime teaching him to love you right. until you're twisted out of shape dying for him each night.
but you will not play slave to yet another wretched ego, and your being will not cease to glow without him there to tell you so.
and if there is a Lord, He knows that it takes time, to crawl through devastation and to reach the other side. to be damaged and distorted, and to learn you're still divine.
if there is a Lord, He knows that it takes time.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
Here I go again
To make you feel uncomfortable
With my onslaught
Of introspective thinking
Maybe you should run and hide
Before it has the chance to sink in
Just a little query for those of you
Who think prejudice
Is no longer existing
If it's not racist why am I offended?
Is it because I like to ruin your fun?
See you transition from white to red
As I shed light on the words you've said?
To you I guess I'm the angry black girl
Looking for something to moan about
I just want to play the victim
Another excuse to scream and shout
So is it me that's magnifying 'us and them'
By 'choosing' to take offence?
Or is it you that's trying to sweep me
Under the rug again?
But hey it's just a joke, it's just a crack
And it's time I learnt to be okay with that
You say this is hypocrisy
You turn the tables onto me
Do I make jokes about my folks?
I do, but I'm a little more qualified than you
'It's not fair,' you say
'How come you can jest
About white privilege, now and again
But we can't do the same
About an ethnic group from a history of suffering and shame?'
Well look, I'll be the first to say
That to discriminate is never okay
But you know full well from where you're sat
Your words carry much more weight
It's really quite simple, you do the math
I don't even know where to begin with that
You can blame rap, blame 'worldstar'
As if that makes it okay
But they're not responsible, you are
For the words that you choose to say
So before you try to fight for the right
To call me your ******
'Cos your best friends uncle's dad is black
Let me just stop you in your tracks
To ask you why it's something
You are clinging to so tight?
Maybe stop and ask yourself
What gives me the right?
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
I know it doesn't seem it,
but the storms they WILL subside.
All that noise, it WILL die down
inside your troubled mind.
I promise, I promise
All in time.
Just promise me you'll stick around
For just one more sunrise.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
It never made much sense to me, to need you in the flesh.
It’s something that I never understood until you left.
Until I couldn’t take your smell to bed with me anymore.
See, different destinations hadn’t threatened me before;
and yet one mention of your name just drags me under.
I’m plummeting towards the ocean floor.
I still get overwhelmed if I allow my mind to wander; I’m still a slave to all those wretched thoughts.
And still I feel the sickness, and still I feel the aches.
And I’d be lying if I said I don’t still have my troubled days.
But I’m not scorned, because I adore you
And that would be insane.
And it should be said that I will not be stuck here waiting.
But I can't pretend that I'm not clinging onto faith
That our newly distant paths will someday cross again.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
To define is to limit.
To define is to draw the blinds
in every room
and starve the budding flowers
of the light they need to bloom.
To label is to try and quantify
an entire ocean
We are not here to be statistics
we are simply here to be.
How can we be assigned
to a basic black and white
when an entire spectrum
exists inside our minds?
See we shun what we don't understand
with assumptions that we cannot prove
and we don't want to open our minds
attached to the old, afraid of the new
and we're frightened to open our hearts
even though we have nothing to lose
and there's so much that we could all learn
if we just opened our eyes to the truth.
See, if I exceed the conceptual boundaries
that exist only in your mind
would you treat me as if I'm a threat?
Would you take any time before you decide
That I'm a foreign body in your blood?
Would you try to knock me down?
Would your alarms sound?
Would it **** up your system?
Or would you allow me to stick around?
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
I don't want your model answers
Or your perfect mood
I want the damaged, distorted
Enchanting you
I want your ugly, your *****
Your failings too
Your beautiful flawed soul
The art in your mistakes
And the conflict in your mind
The things you want to say
With the words that you can't find
Your dark imagination
And the worlds that you create
I would gladly take it all
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC