i talk in short sentences
because the more i hear myself speak,
the more i hate the sound

i’ll give you all the love i have today
because im afraid that someday you won’t be around

i looked inside my anxiety
and you wouldnt believe what i found.
a mountain of love
topped with a crown.
it spoke,
“embrace me and you’ll never drown”

bina

Bewildering silence,
Words without violence,
Rage on hold,
As I close my eyelids,

Let go of attachment,
Let go of the pain,
You are unbreakable,
Don’t listen to your brain,

You are the symphony of understanding,
The audience of your dreams,
That makes you feel heard,
Fulfills your every need,

You are the embrace you seek,
The match to light your fire,
Passionate comfort,
Available at every hour,

You are resilient,
You are strong,
Flowers bloom in your footsteps,
After every setback,
Every fall,

Delve into your Universe,
Shower in your love,
For you are more than enough,
You are divinely whole.

Are you familiar with that feeling?
The one you get when you finish a good book,
Or when your favourite TV series ends?
Or even, when one chapter of your life closes,
And you have to step through the threshold of a new page?

Well that threshold, for me
Has always been a great towering wall.
I'd always have the means to climb,
But never will I want to or feel like I should.
It seems that I'm needlessly clutching at straws,
While the guns of change point to my temples, drawn.

Somehow, I eventually had to scale through the fears,
And just nick a few pieces from every threshold I pass.
You know, when days are looking pretty cloudy ahead,
I'll just reach in my pocket and look at them
To see how much has moved, and smile.

we tried to find solace
in unknown deepness--
warmth & respite, ignored
in favor of stranger, atypical strides.

the sounds made sense at first,
then didn't.

imagine asking a question you never want answered,
posture straight and ears turned sideways,
cupped in hand,
yet deafened by sadness.

we weren't going to work,
but only time could tell us no
so firmly we stopped denying it.

In a moment of serendipitous sweetness
You grimace bitterly,
you do not like walking down paths
covered in roses.
You would rather wallow alone,
Coughing up reasons
to be angry at this shallow world,

But it follows you buzzing
even when you’ve muted your colours.

Flushed with anticipation and a bit of agony,
she leapt from the treetops and out into the sea.

The waves crashed down upon her, expecting to suffocate her
as they had done so easily with her predecessors.

Alas, she parted the waves in an almost biblical fashion. She built her boat out of thin air and rode away to the sunset.

Destiny was today, fear was tomorrow, and failure was embraced like never before.

She was a force to be reckoned with and a mind to be revered.

We make music when we walk
Shoes laced with guitar strings
Hearts beating to the metronome in my head
When you speak violin comes out
The flowers embedded in your heart are dying
The light in your eyes have burned out
The optimism has drifted from your voice
And left you with hollow bones
The music we played went flat
The waves stopped coming
The sun stopped shining
And my heart stopped beating.