The empty half of the glass is the real one – a poem.
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Centipede I of V.
Adfectus: Part III
Seven lines of verse on each of exhaustion, surprise, loneliness, and connectedness. Part III of IV.
Adfectus: Part II
Seven lines of verse on each of bewilderment (confusion), worry, anticipation, and ennui (boredom). Part II of IV.
Cracking up
If I could learn one single thing, It would be To only exist. Not stone cold, or stone strong, But unbothered by impermanence. Unbothere by whether or not I’m worth being loved. Unbothered, whether I’m worth nothing, Or worth this whole entire world. Is it not the hardest of skills; To only exist? To wait …
Robbed
Of joy, of kindness, and laughter. Of meaning and of hope. Of my voice, and of my shape. A floating cloud fleetingly drowns the earth. I run and yell but I’m a shadow A tiny dot rolling down the meadow. Seeing things from above makes a huge difference. But Noah doesn’t know my name; I’ve …
Kuzaliwa
Nyota zilitikisaNyota zilipoteaNa kishaNyota ZilitikimaHuu ni kuzaliwa ~♥~
月
One month since I’ve last seen life.Rivers of gold, and a mesmerizing gaze.Her lips shining bright and coming closeBurning my foreheadA gentle flame of light and comfort. It was good to knowShe noticed I was missing.Wrote me a letter in my blood,Sending love and greetings;Newborn laughter, and ancient kindness. I got to meet the crimson …
Birthmark
When I was a child I asked my mother what the tiny pink patch I found on my body was… She said that when God was making me, the angels thought I was so sweet that they’ve taken a small bite of my tush, just like we use our index finger to steal some icing …
Douleurs
(d’esprit) She laughed, and I noticed for the first time that her right front tooth was slightly chapped at the middle. It was too small that you had to look hard to see it, and maybe that was why I was just noticing it even after all the staring I’ve been doing on her face. …
SingulariT 