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But what if my heart isn't
beautiful - what if it's
a twisted up
dark thing, a thing of
horror and sutured punctures,
gushing wounds and gaping tears,
that will never be whole, ever again.
Will you still hold me then?
beautiful - what if it's
a twisted up
dark thing, a thing of
horror and sutured punctures,
gushing wounds and gaping tears,
that will never be whole, ever again.
Will you still hold me then?
Literature
A Ghazal of Eyes
At my spine is a harbour for a fear of eyes:
the eyes that want to know me and your eyes.
Yours want me wanting and known. I think
of floods daily. They rarely close, your eyes.
You asked if I was scared of being known,
the dip of eyelashes on all-seeing eyes.
I hid a small god in your goldfish bowl to
make it true when I said yes, those eyes.
Somewhere I am known and in love with you.
It could be true. Can you imagine Mum's eyes?
Warm, as she’d look at us over her chai and smile.
Later you'll kiss me and tell me not to close my eyes.
Perhaps I won't. Here, there is no puja that can
pray away my fear, or with incense, hide all eye
Literature
Eucalyptus.
i.
five bottles of light
rest on my window;
they are small,
coloured
ii.
there are stories and
stories
of sex, hidden in the
handbag;
black leather,
I could never tell
iii.
a list of ten, more
reasons to
love you;
a justification
iv.
more humid than rain;
my whole is saturated,
tired
v.
monday was lust;
tuesday boredom;
wednesday digust; and
today, I am
apathetic.
Literature
they say I am lost
the worst feeling I could ever find
was me, alone, losing my mind
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Probably the shortest poem I've ever written. Trying to capture a feeling that's as fleeting as it is heavy, and I just can't quite articulate it.
Comments/critiques/questions/favorites are always appreciated.
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Comments/critiques/questions/favorites are always appreciated.
Enjoy?
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If you can manage to
worry enough
to question your own worth and
nature
You are
still
beautiful enough
to be held (together)
worry enough
to question your own worth and
nature
You are
still
beautiful enough
to be held (together)