Category Archives: Poems

This is Not When Lives Fall Apart

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This is not the kind of heartache lovers feel
When lives fall apart,
but it is heartache I feel when
I’m wrong

and there is nothing I can do to make it right.

This is not the kind of love that moves mountains
when lives fall apart,
but it is love I feel when
I call out to my insides

and the heart knows it should want only what it can have.

Lone Bodies

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Lone light in my eyes,

the end of the mud path.

Lone sound of my shoe

drowning in a brown puddle.

 

Lone dance on a stage

from a practised mind

Lone dance without a stage

from an euphoric heart.

 

Lone clicking of the tongue

killing the violent silence.

Lone blinking of the eyelids –

we are only slaves of our bodies.

 

Lone stretching arms

in protest to the routine

Lone book flung on the floor

same letters, same lines, same spaces.

 

A lone pen writes,

no one notices.

I see the lone wolf cry,

but no one notices

the same painful roar

strangling their voices.

 

I had posted this poem a while back but I felt like going back to it and fixing it. So here it is again, all better 🙂

Education

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Everything I have grown up believeing in summed up pretty well by the artist. Children aren’t blank slates you can fill your desires in, they can colour themselves… strokes of red and magenta, faces smiling and faces in thought.

I was always hell bent on finding my way and I think I am still painting the mural that is me. Let everyone have that freedom. The poem below yearns for this freedom: Do not tell me what to be, tell me how I can be best at what I want to be.

My fate is not engraved

On the stone of life

 

Why do others decide?

How do they have the right?

 

I write my own story

As I grow

 

I build myself each moment,

With each fact I encounter, each person I know

 

Stronger than the stone

Who tried to decide what I should be

 

I stand here today,

Self-written, independent and free

 

Let the bounds that hold you break.

Let the shell you are in degrade,

 

Forget the engravement and you’ll clearly see

Who you really wish to be.

Lost.

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Most people are lost

for words, 

me? I am lost

without them. 


A babygirl loses 

her doll

for the first time,

yet she is the one that feels lost. 


I lose myself 

in the shallow world, 

work, friends, life at the speed of light,


and my poetry winds down a road

unknown, 

it takes alien turns and 

twists around my neck

like an infant choking on an umbilical cord. 

Love holds me hostage

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Your mistakes

held me hostage

with my own love.


Your lies

disguised our truth,

the one that cut me deep.


Your ignorance

made me worthless

in my own reflection.


Your regret

pulled me back,

to a place I shouldn’t be going.


Your insistence

lured me

into empty hopes.


My trust

does not have strength

to be tested again.


My conscience

will not let me

love you again.