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 May 2018 Heart of Silver
Onoma
the goddess opens

her arms...

a Mother's

many givings.

drafting handfuls.

here, here, here--

(nadis)

orthogonal lines.

three dimensional

mainlines to mercy.

with

love deeper than a

vanishing point.
Was just thinking of all the people
who lived and died

How many people could there be?
Millions, billions, trillions

And every single person's unique
with their own individual story

So astonishing
Little less brighter is the light
Little less wet is the rain
Little less waving is the wind
Little less are the wants in heart
The time has stopped for you
like it has stopped for you
Why my breathes as well are little like wet
The closeness has happened with the distance
What kinda thing is this, every morning is night now
The flowers are not fragrant anymore, they're silent
Like they're angry/disagree with you
The fragrance has gone away , just like you did
#heartbreak     #deadsoul      #darkenedout
 May 2018 Heart of Silver
Adele
She wept
tears huge as a mountain
of Alaska
She never gave up
like how Kaneq
made her strong
she fought the battles
that turned her into a warrior

As an outsider
she needs to learn how to live
for there are thousand ways to be killed
in this once forbidden land

Shoot, aim and ****
sweat and blood

she believed she was weak
that’s what she believed
How beautiful is this book? The Great Alone.
Anemone,
Aubrieta
& Aster.
A life so precious,
A life so spacious.

Cosmos,
Cyclamen
& Crocus.
Call me when your ready,
Call me when it gets messy.

Ground Ivy,
Greater plantain
& Garlic Mustard.
Give me some love,
Give me everything above.

Our garden has turned
to awful melodies
of screams and sounds
that I once heard
as rhymes and
beautiful notes.

I never knew,
something so negative
could feel so positive.
Wheels rolling,
him,
so controlling.

Rain hitting
me,
feeling so fitting.

Parked feelings,
him,
thinking of all our dealings.

Front seat flirt,
me,
vulnerable and hurt.

Yet there is hope,
him,
convincingly tying a rope.

Hanged by fear,
me,
killed by my dear.

You & me
tuning into
us.
Sometimes I go into the city at night
alone.
Let the pavement trace the way without breaks,
get lost under the blue lights.
I go to the places we used to
and sometimes get a little drunk –
I don’t want to remember
but I have gravitated to these places
so maybe I should just honour
my cravings for you –
the sickly-sweet syrup
of your spit,
the saffron, sticky honey of your eyes.
We used to
do the same
together
as I am now doing alone –
let the concrete slabs
pave the way
without breaks;
going nowhere
and everywhere
all at once.
The city of lunatics
Awake
Snatching semicolons
Left on pavements
Of incomplete poems
Over mouths pregnant with scattered letters
Wrapping singed skin
In dots and full stops
With loveless chokes writ on their faces
Lost in bruised
Sleep
The stars are better off
                    without us.
Not mourning our final
                   screams
              in to censorship.

We voice confusion from
             our snow globe,
            ready for it to be forsaken .
Shattering the existence
            that was never meant to birth.

"Silence is wondrous when we never hear it coming"
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