******************************************* White blankets
ruffled with sleep
damp in calamities
that are weaved tightly
to the face of rare victories-
But I make sure
they only see
my five star thread count
So gallantly feigning perfection-
That is me
Running out of strong adhesions
to keep my crumbs glued together
from underneath this vibrant costume
And I’m scared
more than my raised hairs
Nurtured by a strong harmony with fear
Flaccid body erected
by a sturdy brick wall
to make me look unfazed
inside the paragon of womanhood
is a girl
with callused limbs
Tears molten across her cheeks
A timid smile
clasping her flawed skin
is a museum of war
Battles fought with bare claws
her only prized possession
Would someone remind her?
That these scars,
these dark, blood-gashed keloids
are what made you stay...
5 9212 hours ago
Once on a summer morning, carting away the smell of chicory brew towards the sunrise- a love hiding in plain sight
4 8912 hours ago
You look at me in search for a name that I still recognize. But that girl, she’s long gone...
2 5912 hours ago
Even if I don’t want to, my soul recognizes its other half.
It becomes a necessity to be with you..
This night of fog,
what an eager companion
beguiling my piercing wretchedness
to flush out your residuals
from my bloodstream
and into the culverts of forget
I tempered quietly at what it has done to me,
your ghost that denies the light calling
Prolonging its stay
extorting this love
that was nurtured
And I can only escape it
by sleeping inside night’s domicile
in a padded space
And I’m full, you know
Arteries clogged with obvious retaliation
An earth overflowing with people
Chinese mirrors plastered
to keep evil thoughts out
But you enter,
always as a thief
Carting away the darkness
through the cold draft
from my porous regions
that are weak enough to miss you
Like a debt collector
who knows how to take all that I have
in one breath
It’s almost biblical
the way you trespass among the crowd
spotting my loneliness
even in the company of many
My heart volunteering as a safe passage
My skeleton its accomplice
rearranging my bones
to brick your throne
So don’t be fooled by my wholeness
There’s always room for you
beneath the “no vacancy”
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At night the silence tends to only amplify these thoughts, bringing them to focus when I'd have otherwise forgot them.
Why do we strive for perfection, and become so filled with frustration about it.
I then consider how creation must feel, agitated, trying to find an example of perfection.
Beauty in it's essence can never be found as it's all so subjective, so creation must be reeling, infinitely creating in an effort to find what can never be found.
2 303:19 AM Apr 4, 2018
Strange how some can be a shining light, while others will be a source of darkness.
Strange how we ourselves can be the very same, how by choice we choose how bright our light displays.
Strange how we feel that we can't choose at all, debilitated by our indifference.
And it's strange how we choose to be the lesser of it all, apathetic as we drone on half deranged.
1 311:42 AM Apr 2, 2018
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche.
Whose presence has your heart forseen?
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I stopped trying to impress men who couldn’t differentiate between lust and love. I stopped comparing myself to other women; my face, my legs, my talents, and my waist.
And I stopped asking myself for too much every day, and instead of punishments, I started forgiving myself.
I showed her how beautiful she was, both her laugh, her mind, and her crinkles.
I told her she was good enough, to be the person she wanted to be, and to be with someone who treated her well.
I made her open her soul to her powers, what society was doing to her, and how she could someday change it.
Somehow, that was all I need to drown in my own skin and survive. That was the healing ointment—I was mending without having to tear apart my art in order to do so.
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