#healing poetry; starlight steeped souls

I fall asleepto the moontide,noontide, after-in-between darkthat I thought smelledonly of the spaces between yourlegsI tasted the dawn, brieflybefore skipping to the nexttown for coffeeand I held his handfor a moment – his soulthe water stills at timesWhere you least expect toSee the reflection of theWorld as something beautifulBut there you stoodSlightly unsure, totally misjudgedInContinue reading “#healing poetry; starlight steeped souls”

The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rainThat bathe our bodies underTrees that shudder in windCarrying new seeds to new placesWe know that nature is somethingto fearand to wonderat.I wonder at the rows of tulipsBright like freshly kissed lipsat dawn, and it reminds meof sweeter holds in bedroomsI’ll never visit again. I didn’t wander lonelyI wanderedContinue reading “The Writing Balm”

#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love

Your heart is breaking And you wish you could follow the deadWhere their eyes would still recognise youWhere they’d take your life instead Your heart is breaking You’re tired and out of timeYour body is less alignedWith what they call the real worldBecause you don’t watch to match your footsteps With a world that brokeContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love”

#28 healing poetry; believe

The air is cool when the sky is brightThe mist rolls in the thick of moonlightThe world rests in an opaque veil I wonder if I could hear the wailOf an albatross at sea With all this silence, I shouldBelieveThat if the world were to speakI would hear and repeatThe cadence of the danceBetween womanContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; believe”

#26 healing poetry; soft sunrise

There’s a soft sunriseThat leaves traces of starlightGlinting in the shadows of dawnThere’s a soft sunriseThat asks me to riseThough my pillows are sweet and warmI wake to the scentOf the garden where I firstKnew my soulThere’s a soft sunriseAsking my eyesTo open, to a glittering world -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit

#25 healing poetry; A memory of a gentler time

Water glistens in drops acrossThe face of the mirrorI watchThe new edges of my face appearIn the corners of my eyesAs the wisps of hair around my earSpeak to a gentler timeWhen someone else asked meTo stay steady, steady nowWhile a hairbrush whispered throughMy curlsIt was a gentler worldI piece the memory togetherWith a curveContinue reading “#25 healing poetry; A memory of a gentler time”

Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.

This post will be a little different, because I’m in a different space while writing it. But, an important one, I think. Recently, my body went into shock. Then, I had an actual real-life shock. Then, I said, well fuck-it, what do writers do when everything goes to shit? We write. I’m used to theContinue reading “Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.”

#24 healing poetry; anyway?

I had a daydreamAs the sky grewDark and greyAnd stormyI walkedWith my plastic headphonesCreaking to my stepsI became aware ofBright fairy lightsStrung up in mindRunning throughColourful paper lanternsIt felt like bubbly joy, thereAnd I had a vague senseThat I was smilingWhile I hung upMore paper lanternsAnd I had a vague senseThat I was lighter andContinue reading “#24 healing poetry; anyway?”

#23 healing poetry; safety

Safety feels likeWarm tea onA cold dayYou knowIt’s cold butIt’s okayYou have everythingYou needTo defrost your smileThe cup kissesYour lipsAnd you’re lost in safetyFor a while. Time stands still, In the brush of finger tips, It feels like Safety.

#22 healing poetry; speech peace

I sit and feel intothis deep peace.Mercury’s rolling backward,Having a feast,On my confusion and the contusionof my speech. Inside my mind,I’ve struggled to define serenity.It flows right past,As if it’s too fast,For me to even look in. I’ve been used tocoarser emotions, thenemigrated them to a country of self-proclaimeddreams where I read reams,only, of others’Continue reading “#22 healing poetry; speech peace”