i saw a man die today. a thought behind my eyes as his body twists in the air, that a body shouldn't be pretzeled into this shape he's contorted into. it was the head splitting on the side of the road like a watermelon that had been tied too loose to the back of a … Continue reading untitled – undated
i wish i knew how to feel warmth upon my shoulders- when my mind swears i'm dying a slow death.
untitled (10)11/03/17
Do you like yourself? Excuse me? Do you like yourself? ; the question echoed accusatorily. She could feel herself recoil at the question even as she dared herself to calm- to breathe - to breathe. The breath she drew stuck pins in her chest through her back and she knew she was falling … Continue reading untitled (10)11/03/17
last hours in bangkok.
i've collected a collage of tan-lines. i've collected the sun. i've made moments with old, made new friends and missed some. i've eaten so much tom yum. i bought books today- instead of doing touristy things. i've had interesting conversations about life; future; and everything in between. i've arted and felt both content and empty … Continue reading last hours in bangkok.
the city *
listening to the hum the steady, streaming, breathing of the city. people with eyes that watch both the surface and the unspoken parts like learning the rules to a game for the first time. hands, laughs, eyes- that firmly take and keep a certain sense of focus. the city and its coming and going people … Continue reading the city *
luminary
that perhaps, you're the light in a barren wasteland. but not my lands because mine hrive and up andunder and over with the green of the work- the toilage and the drips of sweat that has salted the earth to raise that green. … Continue reading luminary
when things happened
Compassion: Baby, baby you in there? I push open the door, the music blasting penetrating the walls of the apartment… I enter the room and there you are with your back to me, her leg in your hand. I want to say you’re kissing which indeed you are but I can imagine how her lips … Continue reading when things happened
a life | 28/09/16 – 23:12
a sight, the day you spooned and placed all this life within me, and fed me the spirit to never falter though i lay crooked at this table. a spirit and a promise to keep it going and know there's soul where the warmth, the food of your faith lands as it hits my soul. … Continue reading a life | 28/09/16 – 23:12
fragility
the stretch of the soul when it breaks and hangs, dregs in the branches. hoping and looping several times through the split tendrils of itself. frayed; stretching in a hope. the stretch. the unspoken stretch.
purpose
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