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Saturday, April 13, 2019

unclench

The sun melts off the sky onto clammy skin
The dark is intruded
 by a hundred lights dangling off the balconies
and car hoods as they rush, head lowered, tails stiff.

The pavement snakes, unending, a constant bubbling pot 
of broken pavers, raw asphalt and ditches, pausing
every now and then,
to tug at shoelaces like they're old friends. 

There is air in my lungs
Grey and grim but they work their way
dissolving into rushing bood straight up
to the chatter of my worrier brain.

There is the horn and the screeches and the hungry babble of the city
weaving into the dulcet tones of my earphones. 

The air, the music, the lights.
The adrenaline. 

Hello there, summer.

Friday, April 05, 2019

it wasn't about the crow being smart.

it was patience and perseverance and relentless action.

That was the takeaway. it was every pebble, one at a time into the pot. and then the water rose, a tsunami of consistent effort to soothe his throat.

I get it and its time i did something about this

Thursday, January 03, 2019

it is hard work, lighting a fire. There are a few ways to do it. You can take two stones and strike till the friction produces heat enough for a tiny spark. You hold it right over something parched, a handful of dry twigs or a glob of manure
The spark flies and then you nurture it, blowing gently till it begins to warm.
Then you watch those flames glow and grow till they are a cackling riot against the inky night sky.

i have the stones
I am so very dry.
It's time to light it up.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

The lump in my throat is the only physical symptom of my biggest fear.

I am stagnant, marinating in my ordinaryness.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Life lesson : 

People aren't always worth fighting for.

Sunday, November 04, 2018

learn

I have to learn to write again
Without hiding behind
turns of phrases
that leave room for
misunderstanding.

I have to learn to write again
In full sentences
and chunky unashamed paragraphs
that don't cower from saying
too much.

I will learn to write again
as if I am not afraid
of what you will make
of me and mine.

I will write again of
hurting and anger
but mostly of healing
for that is where I am.

I am.
None of them are honest

The ones who promised to stay lie.
The ones who laugh with me lie.
The ones who put me back after tears crumble me lie
The ones I love lie.

The ones I give leave to ravage over walls I throw up promise to take whatever they want and leave.
They destroy me but
They don't lie.