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”

The Price of Inauthenticity

I caught myself sound-byting my pain. It was sort of interesting to witness, I wanted to be authentic and here I was doing something pretty similar to what I’ve always done – giving just enough to make you feel you know me, then pulling all of the intricate moments of my life away, leaving bothContinue reading “The Price of Inauthenticity”

#12 healing poetry; beautiful wrinkled skin

I wandered down the steps, Broken, worn, grey and filled with specs of marble, That only glint in the sunshine. If they were human, these steps, Would look like an old man, Worn face, wrinkles expanding like sun rays across his face, Hair covering all the places, Which were smooth enough, once, for every flickerContinue reading “#12 healing poetry; beautiful wrinkled skin”

#2 healing poetry; the colour of you

When the dawn curls in,and the mist rises from the sea,when the leaves begin to sing,and birds dance in their trees –  I wake to the cold, and the colourof you. There’s a sweetness in the air,made of too many natural things,like honeycomb and jasmine,and the gooseberries growing by the swings. The kettle is on,Continue reading “#2 healing poetry; the colour of you”