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touka Aug 2015
I would write, speak and sing

all of dreams

and their hold,

and their shouts

in a quiet surrounding.

I would write, speak and sing

all of flowers;

anthurium, and its gentle flame.

I would write, speak and sing

all of swords, and their unsheathing,

all of wounds, and how I'd heal.

everything.
"I hear your voice, the moon sang."
touka Jul 2015
the streets, still wet

ice and fire

winter and exhaust;

travelling tires


rope burns and hostages;

pale against fires


past ghosts

and rising sails

to scrambled notes


jail cell floors

and rosemary coasts


simple men; folklore

rain and closed doors


worldly hours;

time and how it'd tower

over shores

early wings soar

over sunlit moor

two birds and one stone,

no more.
"honey, broadripple is burning."
touka Jun 2015
I am my own heads aching

I am still-framed fire

and roaring ocean

I am sky height

and grounds nadir

I am children; cower from thunder

I am fervent visuals

that linger on your tongue

with sour taste

I am soft-spoken

with shrieks and screams

I am bitter

I am content

I am ill
"who have you become?"
touka Jun 2015
my relapse
into blood clots
and old pastries

lifeline: strewn across floors cold

inspiration fleeting

little hiccups

in a long, lonely fight
eh.
  May 2015 touka
Mia Pierce
When I was in an abusive relationship, I told myself I deserved it. I told myself I should be more obedient, as if I was a dog. My leash was held so tight that I couldn’t muster any words out even if I wanted to.
When I was in an abusive relationship, I soaked in every insult and only ever released apologies.
When I was in an abusive relationship, some days I flinched when he raised his hand or began to speak and other days I just sat there waiting for it. When my mom would ask about the bruises I would be surprised because I didn’t know my body was still reacting to it when my mind wasn’t.
When I was in an abusive relationship, tying nooses was a nightly thing and nothing to even be alarmed about, blood stained sheets were the norm, and suicide notes were just normal letters.
When I was in an abusive relationship, I took many different kinds of drugs throughout the day and didn’t really know which combination would **** me. Would the coke, Xanax, and alcohol **** me? Or would it be the alcohol, ******, and oxy?
When I was in an abusive relationship, all concern for myself vanished. As my addictions to many different pills such as Xanax, ******, Hydro, Oxy and many more grew, I started to smile again.
When I was in an abusive relationship, being asked how many drugs I was on was not rude or unexpected.
When I was in an abusive relationship, leaving permanently just didn’t seem like an option.
When I was in an abusive relationship, I had unconditional love for my attacker and always made sure he was okay even after he hit me.
When I was in an abusive relationship, one day, I had a revelation and found my voice.
Now, I am no longer in an abusive relationship.
TW**
  May 2015 touka
Colourful Courtney
What lies beyond the labyrinth,

near the palazzo by the sea?

What defines the walls,

allowing the maze to be?

Is there time to stop and rest within,

while trying to escape?

Are there any shortcuts through,

like spaces agape?
There is no map leading the way,

you must sort through alone.

The journey is so arduous,

while the outcome stays unknown.

As you grow weak and tired,

your legs feel numb and dull.

You won't know how you even got there,

but it is inevitable.

You've noticed the blue of the sky above,

but you cannot see the sun.

You feel a sense of urgency,

but know it unwise to run.

Dark clouds softly pepper the sky,

and you fear potential rain.

You slightly quicken your pace,

instantly increasing the pain.


You spot the end and cannot decide -

run there, or walk on.

Sprint, you choose, then collapse in the sand,

noticing the pain is gone.

A beautiful beach is what you see,

you deem it your safe haven.

You turn your eyes up to the sky,

and spot a dark bird - a raven.
touka May 2015
In city, I shrivel and cry.

fire to power lines;

forever tied to old habits

and vacant highway signs.
"And I ride for the principle, solid mind individual."
stay in one place, kid
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