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Crimson Jun 2020
Cut open and see my heart.
It is bruised.
Somewhere deeper, in the veins, you will find a tiny, lingering shred of your memory. Intact.
I keep it hidden. Alongwith my other secrets.
Crimson Jun 2020
I made a child chuckle the other day with my silly joke.

The old man who couldn't see, I helped him find his glasses.

I watered a plant back to life.

The smallest things,

Are they really small when they bring me so much joy?
Crimson Jun 2020
I traveled the globe only to come back to you
to regale you with stories from the other side of the sea.
you would be amazed to hear how similar they are to you and me.
they share the same moon, countryside and even look up to the same sky.

let me tell you stories of the people that I met, their food, sweetly fragrant, still lingering in the air.
their God is different though, not like ours. What is surprising is they ask for the same things while praying, just like us.
I found the same beauty there wherever I went, the similar intangible, etherealness in them.
they also say the outer glaze doesn't matter. Just like us, they look for the inner essence.

they may be on the other side, but they are just like us,
the smallness of a dividing line only keeps us apart.
the disparity is fiction. The contrariness only on paper.
I have seen the other side. And let me tell you, just like us, they share the same sky.
Crimson Jun 2020
My eyes hold tears of regret.
All that I could have seen but didn't.
My heart bursting with sorrow.
All that I could have been but didn't.
My blood is poisoned now. Venomous.
Crammed full.
If only my brain would listen.
Understand I am remorseful now.
From my very being.
Expunge these memories.
Somehow annihilate.
Crimson Jun 2020
Skin like alluvial soil:

I remember her vividly,
She was different than the rest.
Her skin like the alluvial soil
glistened in the sun.
Compassionate, kind
Fiery and wild,
She would look at me as if to stare into my soul. She knew I had more inside.

I remember her fondly.
Her skin the color of the earth.
She knew me more than I ever could,
A beauty, unexplained, almost tangible.

And now, she is gone and I am no longer the same.
She left me abruptly.
Pining for her every breath.
Crimson Jun 2020
hot black with not a star through the sooty night
turtle eggs left to hatch by the warmth of the sand, wriggle out gasping for air
I hear the owl hooting at a distance, boisterous sporadic, breaking the rhythms of the waves
undulating powerful, creeping steadily towards me

they roar my name

the rugged dark bark of the pines sways above my head as I lay down to rest my tired feet.

It's odd, for the first time in my life, I feel alone
just a crumpled pile of tattered jeans with a faded coat

suddenly, out of the sky, a magic silver orb arrives
Oh! she looks resplendent with no stars to ****** away her glory tonight

as the mother of the sky, she glows
she splashes her white-silver shine on me, bathes me, illuminates me
watches over me as I have come to visit her home

the waves the ocean the sand all belong to her tonight
she soothes the ripples of my heart

I am not alone. Not with her by my side.
Crimson Jun 2020
"I come from a defiant lineage of constellations made with the brightest stars.
Raised as a raw, untamed wolf by women who never apologized for their power.
My blood is the receptacle of unflinching bravura."

- "How are you so fearless as a woman?"
Crimson Jun 2020
Praise one, without dismissing another.
Stand up for one, without crushing another.
It is not a war. It never was.
Uplift one while embracing another.

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