soft landings

"i feel, therefore i can be free"

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to the one that birthed us

i wish you had disappeared back into yourself when he showed you he could not love,

and when he destroyed your essence

and made you let go of your being.

i wish you had said, “enough.

the magic and sweetness that resides within in is worthy of nurturing and care.”

i wish i had learned —

and that you had taught me —

what it means to let go.

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allow

who are you to question and resist the workings of the universe?

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love will always come again

it sits your door step awaiting entrance to be granted.

it will always find ways to wrap itself around your existence and entirety.

love will always come again.

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misrepresented.

the merging of souls can never coincide with venom and caustic words.

love cannot coexist with abuse.

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sabotage

you need not prick your finger to see if you still feel.

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one day

sooner or later

you’ll come to realise that

no fleeting connection

was ever worth the detriment of our love.

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journey to

old hurts and new hurts;

they rattle my bones just the same.

i am yet to discover the mystics of renewal and rebirth.

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divine interventions II

you were handwritten for me;

carefully carved into the fabrics of space and time by those that came before us.

they have led us here.

we are crafted by divinity.

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we’ll find home someday.

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flow

i will let my river flow into you

and all that we have nurtured.

i will graciously allow your waters to engulf me

with the hope that if the time comes

i will be able to be wash you off.

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i am not something you can exit and enter as you please.

i am not a convenient release.

i refuse to be your temporary home

until you find something that shelters you in the way you need.

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home.

the space we share is a reincarnation of

all that i once believed dead.

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home of the wicked

i carry a hatred in my bones

from my mother,

and my mother’s mother.

it was bestowed.

it does not boast

and it’s alarming in its subtlety

i carry a hatred in my bones

it’s heavy as cement.

it stops my hips from swaying

and my limbs from dancing in song.

it clogs up my veins

and the passage to my heart.

a repellent of everything gentle

and of everything kind.

i carry a hatred in my bones

for i was taught to love all the surrounds

but never to love what resides within.

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malediction

it’s like an illiterate man to wanting to decipher the words and complexities of what could be his favourite poet.

it’s wanting your thirst quenched by fine wine straight from the heart of the earth

while knowing that your oesophagus

was wrung out by caustic cells.

the very same cells that came from your body

fighting,

fighting to burn down their own home.

the greatest betrayal.

that’s what it’s like to yearn for something that your inner and most intimate makings have been permanently wired to reject.

that’s what it’s like to want to love but being unrelentingly caged by

doubt,

fear,

upbringing

& old wounds.

that’s what it’s like to want to love but being violently bound by the

inability to know love.

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responsibility

it is not your place to be your mother’s salvation

nor is it your duty to be your father’s magistrate.

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pre-cipitation

i feel happy.

so happy that life feels like a dance

but i can’t help but feel that this is rain dance;

invoking the clouds to swell

and daring the days to get darker.

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steady

steady is my waking in the middle of a panicked dream and hearing your breathing.

steady is the sweetened cup of tea you bring me even when i haven’t asked.

steady are your arms winding around me

gently compressing the anxiety out of me.

steady is my heart and yours.

steady is the little world we’ve created.