#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real

I’ve been holding onto so much.Strange tales told at midnight,Someone else’s love.I couldn’t let go of the idea,that that love should be for me, too.And if I wasn’t built to be her,this imaginary lover, then maybe I could act it out.See if he arrived, andsilver screens wouldn’t touchwhat we’d create.But my creation spun out ofContinue reading “#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real”

#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

#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?”

#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”

#20 healing poetry; in and out

The music felt like water,Cooling heated ears.She tied her hair back,Put a hand to her neck,Heard a subtle crack. She could smell fresh paint,Knew she was wearing it, too.A tremble on her lips,Vibration on her tongue… In and outIn and outIn and out The artist breathed soundInto the roomscape around,Wondered how she couldvisit worlds, withContinue reading “#20 healing poetry; in and out”

#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”