#izzul

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Heart: Requiem for the Hardened

I am not who you think you are now I am a bow-winged garuda I am not black and white Neither a rainbow More of a grey area of thumbprints Of those who wanted to mould me Malleable and ductile How foolish of them to think me metal I am not soft I jiggle, squeeze me hard enough And you'll regret; sticky hands and all Hardened, I had to scratch myself My own words as sand paper If only you knew the key to calcifying your heart Was to melt yourself into a creek Find the pieces Clump together Swirl around Plaster yourself Onto pebbles And leave yourself to dry

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Up, up and away

Up, up and away/ ‪#‎singpowrimo‬/ ‪#‎singpowrimoday2‬/ ‪#‎izzul‬

speckled-grey like a thousand fingerprints smudged on to floor One or Five or Ten-some belonging to his detached fingers Belonging to many, some before him others too will follow him

ears propped listening to a tune from a lone pied piper upstairs

clawing his way to oblivion with the unbearable lightness of his body or maybe just resting taking a breath, knowing full well that the journey never ends

even when we reach the top