Ids and shadow selves
Wandering around
Forgotten like leftovers
Of unwanted takeaway
Neglected and repressed
Fed by our collective values
And abusive behaviours
A selfless act of a conscious psyche

In a disruptive reality
Used as an antidote for the painful truth
Failing to fail
Just to stay hurt
Missing the obvious
But dreaming of the unknown
Like great artists we admire
The self-orchestrated theft of our lives

Fallen short of an ideal that doesn’t exist
Not even in our thoughts
We wander around
Cultivating dullness and immorality
Covering our tracks with false beauty and self-esteem
Leaving our souls behind
Hiding the madness
Once called LOVE

There's an itch at the back of my throat
Something you said today
I find it hard to swallow
My stomach is turning knots
My tongue too flaccid to make a sound
The poison of your vile words
Have left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth

Someday, not far from now
You'll choke on your own words and die

softly-uttered
sweet-sounding
syllables

I whisper them with deep mad longing

words
turn
into
poetry

in your name

Beloved

In the arena
she carried
all her failures
her misgivings and regrets
her empathy and pain
her madness, bitter and vain

As if they were battle scars
and she held them close, like armour
because she knew, that without them, she wouldn't exist

My aunt tells me

Be careful with your heart

And I promised her I would

But I couldn't tell her

That it wasn't my heart I had to be careful with

It was my mind

I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me

I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here

giving up
confused
giving up what I know

looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor

I came here
to make sense
of the confusion

my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted

Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path

searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?

you tell me