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”

#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”

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”

It felt like disappointment

I guess it felt likeDisappointmentA sort of new freshOld baggage DisappointmentLike I’d sprayed FebreezeOver an heirloom blanketThat kept me warmAnd excited to buryIn it for a timeI guess it felt like DisappointmentWhen I realised I couldn’tAsk for moreFrom you. I’m still definingHow it might feel To ask more of myself.I don’t think, that thatWill everContinue reading “It felt like disappointment”

That Dance

So I closed my eyes And I cut my hair Wondering if anyone else was there That you could see With eyes so wide It almost defied Belief – It’s not the seeing that’s lost But your presence was the cost Of a self-entitled, self-appointed ignorance To loss I was the cost, and you madeContinue reading “That Dance”

#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

#11 healing poetry; where the air is love

Come home to the sea,where it’s brittle but free,and the air tastes like salt,and the air tastes like salt. Come home to the mountains,where sunrises fill your heart,and the air tastes like snow,and the air tastes like snow. Come home to the house,that you knew when you were young,there, the air smells of bread,there, theContinue reading “#11 healing poetry; where the air is love”

#5 healing poetry; where the beech leaves sing

The beech leaves sing,In bright colours.They remind me offlushed cheeks, and less SFWskin colouring, that might makesomeone blush,were I to tell you,exactly what I was thinking of… The sky repeats the sentiment,where the beech leaves sing,in colours that make our skin light up.Where the beech leaves sing,There’s a light diffusion,That causes a wondrous confusion,of theContinue reading “#5 healing poetry; where the beech leaves sing”

#4 healing poetry; the ones I loved

We sat on the cold plastic floor,Outside a lecture hall, named after a man,probably. We cuddled up together.You saw I had Peter Gabriel’s ‘Book of Love’ open.You were shocked. So was I.We’d just discovered that our phone passcodes had just one digit switched.It was serendipity, of course.It had to be.I was embarrassed that you sawContinue reading “#4 healing poetry; the ones I loved”

#3 healing poetry; the magic of us

You wait in the blue-pen, red-pen scribbled margins of wasted breath,aching backs and crinkled necks.You wonder if they can see you yet. You keep your soul locked up tight,waiting for the luminous night,to let you know it’s alright. You always felt safer, there. You need to know it’s alright,To walk where they haven’t, to sayContinue reading “#3 healing poetry; the magic of us”