Poets-Are

Never will I forget your flawless face And yet you don't hesitate to forget me completely Though you won't leave my mind All I desire is your absence from it Love is what I feel, not obsession or addiction In time I pray you realize you are wrong Even though I know that day will never come

I know the way you think- the way you feel- like you can't do anything right, like the air is too thick and your lungs too thin and you are drowning in yourself, caving inward. And I know what it feels like to stare at the mirror for hours, asking it, begging it, to give me something else. Something better. Something more perfect than the person that I see in myself. And in the end, I know how destructive that all is, I know the sleepless nights and the tears and the nightmares about all of those flaws piling up and condemning you to a certain death. They say some people have died of a broken heart. I know that my heart has broken hundreds

Family Portrait. He comes home late, surly and disorderly. Tears streaking from his eyes because he's so morbidly Depressed and continues to drink unlawfully.   He notices I'm awake and sits me down forcefully. He tells me to come close as he whispers to me reassuringly. Then he thrusts me around the room, beating me unremorsefully. He said its my fault that mum decided to leave. He pulls me closer as he venomously adjusts his sleeves. He said he regrets the day I was ever conceived. He lifts me up towards the ceiling with supreme ease. Grasping at my throat making it difficult for me to breathe. He intensifies his grip

Injustice. Gallivanting on the high street with my peers. Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear. Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat. I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet. Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction. Not assuming  that we were victims of their brutal inspection. They approach me in a violent and threatening manner. My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer. They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern. I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety. I att

Remember shrouded in December the love in his eyes fading ember, To me ballads he no longer sings and silenced is the last memory of his harp strings his warmth fades and only the frost he brings. Waiting upon his breath kiss of death.

Comprehend: Perception with mind. Mend: History and time. Fend: Influence is not a bind. Apprehend: Nature of sublime.

I am a universe sucking in air and exploding into a cacophony of sound, of light, of color; a being that is at once brightly beautiful and vastly shattered. There is something about the way the mourning is- the sunlight cutting ribbons out of our nerves, the boldness of the birds announcing that a day has begin. And yes, somehow the word morning always switches to mourning in my mind, because at every new beginning, there is something left behind. At every big bang, there is something blown apart, blasted into a new creation, into something ten times more amazing and a thousand times more painful than what came before. And, you know, I have