#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”

Twin Touch

I touched you brieflyTonightA whisperSoul to soulWhich reached youIn time forYou toMove on. Twins once, twins forever. I was asked to remember youAnd bubbling joy came to my mindFingers outreachedThough I never knew youIn this time Twins once, twins forever. I love that you protected meIn some spiritual wayThat I can’t put words toBut theContinue reading “Twin Touch”

Sugar Lips

In honour of International Women’s Day, may I introduce you to ‘Sugar Lips’? 😉 If you haven’t already, please follow me on Instagram, or spread the word. It’s so appreciated, and not expected ❤ To anyone reading this, I hope that my intention for today reaches you: May you and your family be safe.May youContinue reading “Sugar Lips”

Move On Girl

The anxiety and guiltpushes up throughmy ribsI breathe outsome generic liesthat tripon my lip–I haven’t practicedfor this–As my time draws closer to an end withyou and thissituationdraws more blood,than, perhapsit should,A friend reminds methat I owe no-oneanything–Still, a part of mewants to prostrateat the feet ofan ideology, I don’t fully understand –I think this isContinue reading “Move On Girl”

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”

Goodbye Coffee Cup

It took me a secondTo recognise that the toneOf our storyHad changedThere was no rhythm in myWordsWhen I eked out theDrama through laughing lipsMy hips are shapedTo this chair whereOnce your lap held meAnd I tried to squirrel myselfDown into a shapeThat would please you moreIt took me a secondTo recognise that the toneOf ourContinue reading “Goodbye Coffee Cup”

Not Proud to Hate

I hated herAnd I’m not proud of itAt first I was entranced by herDark curls and bright eyesHow she covered up bright red cheeksWith a rimmel concealer at the tableShe was glamourAnd I loved illusion, then.I hated herAnd I’m not proud of itBut keeping this inside Is making this lieBigger. You knew, and Locked meContinue reading “Not Proud to Hate”