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 Mar 2021 Possum living
Kenshō
sugar cane berry stains

lost friends life's bends

mountain still, in the end




there and back, i've been

we were kids, you were teens

we learned a lot, what we've seen




one more shot before we go

that sacred breath you always know-

when to call it a day
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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
There's too much screaming,
There is not enough silence,
And the silence is spooky.
Have you ever died from heartache?

Watched as grief spilled
over the edge of love
drowning the very essence
that makes you whole

Have you ever died from heartache?

Sinking into the sea
of emptiness
consumed by the darkness
as your soul fades away

Have you ever died from heartache?

Gasping, grasping, gasping for air
like old black and whites
the only memories of you
have no colour

Have you ever died from heartache?

I will

when she finally takes them
from me
I won’t bear to live
another day
11/17/20
Autumn wind caresses dying leaves
coaxing them to dance with its breeze
silence nurtures their death
as the vibrancy of life recoils
red, orange and brown
lavishly ornament the earth
as slumber hushes all sound
11/18/20
Beyond the pane
freedom drifts playfully
like tumbleweed
dancing across desert sands

***** white
covers frozen roads
a crispness to the air
leaves me feeling colder

Your words
echoing from all corners
pierce the drums
of my ears

Your hands
leave hidden bruises behind
it’s the fear of what you may do
that keeps me broken inside

You left the door open
still I remain trapped inside
this battered woman has
no escape and nowhere to hide

***** laundry
hangs on the line yet no one sees
shame can’t bear to know
why no one has rescued me

Beyond the pain
my mind plays tricks on me
drifting playfully
you don’t exist and I am free
11/18/20
 Jan 2021 Possum living
Shi Em
everyone is constantly moving,
and yet here i stand just perfectly still.
but it's okay because i like it.
i like my slow paces.
Demons of my past
They ripped out my heart
It happened slow but fast
I feel like I wanna rip everything apart
Guilt, feeling of worthlessness and helplessness
To hell with distress
I'm sinking in this mess
Designed to live in the dark
But what about that spark
The one I felt in the very corner of my heart
Demons of my past
I've won at last
But I feel like I wanna rip everything apart
Why be smart
When you can be reckless
I mean why start
To hell with distress
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