Poetry
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A Beautiful Mess
This messy home, an incorrectness: something broken needing to be fixed. The wars we rage inside ourselves just to keep control, to maintain clean, to maintain ‘right.’ It is a mistake of the eyes and the heart not to see… Continue reading
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She Would
If she could hold the world with all her heart. If she could soften the growls of the wildest of them, she would. Oh, she would. Oh, she would. Continue reading
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Only And Always
The wind cannot be caught. It cannot be moulded to perfection, scraped and gutted and made to be something other than what it is. The wind is only, and always, the wind. And you are only and always you. Flow… Continue reading
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Like I am
Deep within my heart there is a river, raging on. And I ask this river to be careful. ‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath. ‘Sway me, always, never to rush me, never demand. Hold me carefully, river.… Continue reading
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Insomnia
I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading
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Together, Alone
In the lonely hours they cry for their humanity. For the lost past, for the uncertain present they wander lost. Together, alone. Continue reading
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To Escape
But if you only have eyes for the way you think life should be, then surely you are forgetting to live. To truly live. As you are. In this moment, this version of life that you so desperately wish to… Continue reading
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Sleep
If sleep could touch my cheek, I would ask for her slender hand a thousand times. If sleep did fall upon me now, I dare not wake. No. I dare…not… Continue reading
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Clear Air
One day, she sits alone, and understands it all. That she’s never been alone. That all this time their pain has lived within her, pain she never asked for, pain that is not hers to bear. Clear air is what… Continue reading