A Type of Wisdom, Maybe

Fascination seems to me a typeof Wisdom.Lost in the awe and maybethe wonderof Ordinary thingsLike how she singsintheShower.I hang the clothes outto dryin airthat shouldn’t be thereAccordingtoRationalityI shouldprobably digest the requestto lock my soul upand guesswhether he wants my tongue on his dickor myassIt’s an ordinarysortof wonderat the strange ways we twistactions and behaviorsinto mindsintoContinue reading “A Type of Wisdom, Maybe”

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just likeContinue reading “Still I Rise by Maya Angelou”

Language of my Heart

I think thatSometimesThe right wordsDon’t comeWith the right feelingInsteadI try to tell youSomethingOnly I can feelIn a language made By manIn a language thatIs not theLanguage of myHeart -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit I don’t talk often about the feeling of loss that comes from not knowing my native language fluently. I don’t talk about what it’s likeContinue reading “Language of my Heart”

#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”

Body Shock

Electric chords hum lullabies to me in my sleepI deprive myself of rest it seemsI hardly speak about the demons that visit meThey’ve called it ‘sleep paralysis’An oddly neutral name for a wildly terrifying experienceWhen you’re 7 years old, and frozen withDemons parading your sheetsIt’s no wonder, the darkness called to me.D2 gene. It’s theContinue reading “Body Shock”

#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”

It’s the maybe that hurt the most

It’s the maybe that hurts the most When you look at him And see a ghost Though you can see his blue veins And, if you concentrate hard enough, A subtly beating pulse. It’s the maybe that hurt the most, Because you didn’t know, What he was doing to you, When he told you yourContinue reading “It’s the maybe that hurt the most”

#9 healing poetry; heal.heal.heal.

My head is splitting,and I can feel the two halvesas I sit here drenched in imaginary water. It rises up around me,and seems to sing – heal. heal.heal. I focus on my mind,Just for a second, but,it’s too busy.I think it’s a little like a market,just stuck inside my skull.Instead of spilling onto cobblestone alleyways,inContinue reading “#9 healing poetry; heal.heal.heal.”

#6 healing poetry; DEFIANTLY…I, Am, Free

What if there were a love like sand?Every particle glinting but also bland–What if there weresomeone who could find the extraordinary in the ordinary? God, I want to sing, and feel the hot air.The physics of my emotions beating small oxygen particles into shapesthat you can sense.Then maybe, I would exist again. If you couldContinue reading “#6 healing poetry; DEFIANTLY…I, Am, Free”