I don't want to talk about it.
You know I can't stand good byes
If i asked you to stay
would you take my hand in yours?
say you'll never leave me
I just need you to know
every day I wish I had said
all the words in my head.
My eyes hurt from staring at a
......
Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
......
she doesn’t let me drink
and insists
that I listen to her
insists with
a viciousness
“It’s because you work night shifts,”
she says.
......
All the stars I have
Are yours for today
You see them
keep them with you
they are yours
don't give them away
If you want
they will shine upon your sky
on this cloudless night
......
nothing could be the same ever again!
problems are like popups!
every other day, we're caught up!
i think of
bringing back things in to track !
but helplessly i am shattered everyday!
today i am standing on a path where
the demons are screaming in pain!
terrific is the fact that things will not change for good!
worse it will now be for sure!
......
Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
......
The wind last night was something else
In the sun I felt warmed from the outside in
Warmed down a few centimeters only to be robbed
By gusts of icy chill foreshadowing this morning’s snow
I sat outside a taco joint reading Heaney
Waiting for a date I knew wasn’t showing up
I’ve been so hungry to connect my prerequisites
Have fallen away one by one
How can I climb out of this hole and feel the sun again?
There’s a difference between the sort of warmth that sheds layers
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Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
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My favourite colour is his brown skin the blue sky
Before me, my childhood stands,
A colonial entwined with anarchic vines-
Maturing realizations.
What is love? An itch to set your house on fire?
What colour are the walls?
Not brown. Not blue.
......
It was sunny
When the flood came
And ripped the old wallpaper
And it revealed
Forgotten names
They sigh; “we can’t escape her”
I worried at first
That all the destruction
......