Enough

​I watched the waves of cement 

Crash against the shore

While the manilla sunset

Raged towards its destination

 

I watched for what seemed like hours

 

Thought that if I squinted my eyes

Hard enough I could 

Capture the flame 

And keep it for my own 

 

The flame can’t be so easily tamed

 

It demands sacrifice 

Of the most penultimate

Resource known to mankind

 

Time

 

Fucking, time.

 

Take it

Take it all

 

I want to feel something for a change

I want to feel something deeply

 

When the warmth from a thousand splendid suns

Finally reaches me

I wanna welcome it with a smile

Saying, “I’ve been expecting you, my darling”

 

I want to upset someone

For no good reason

 

I want to howl against the moon for shining too bright 

 

I want to pour myself into a glass

Have me shaken, not stirred

And gulped down so I can find refuge in someone’s belly

 

I want to make someone feel something for a change 

I want them to feel something deeply

 

I want to dissipate from denial

Into anger

Edge around bargaining

Until acceptance is never found

 

Float up into tiny spaces

Sting eyes, and nose and lips and all

Starry eyes and runny noses

 

My friend told me she hates the beach

It’s vastness makes her feel she isn’t enough 

I don’t even bat my eyes when I retort back,

 

“I never feel enough”

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My Hands

My hands

Are stained

By your deep colour

 

My hands

They burn

From the flames that glow in you

 

My hands

Are healed

By the foaming waves that twist and turn in your belly

 

My hands

Are damp

When they slip around on your palms

 

My hands

Are restless

So they tip toe upon your naked bossom

 

My hands

They itch

To draw something new upon your canvas

 

My hands 

Are battered

Fresh against your war torn fists

 

My hands

Are curious

They ask questions to the answers they think they already know

 

Your hands

Are open

Patiently spilling out thought after thought 

 

My hands 

Were forgotten

Discarded like a book that has been read too much

 

My hands 

Aren’t my hands any anymore

They ceased to bring out the beauty of the moon anymore

 

My hands 

Have broken their silence

For in the space between us

 

They have found a new home

We Exist

Today is the tomorrow we were promised yesterday

Today has come and gone

And our inability to stand up against unrighteousness 

Has been taken advantage of

 

We’re to blame

If we silently watch

Atrocities being acted out

And don’t speak up

 

So speak up.

 

We will disappear

Into nothing

But the words we speak

Will rage on for eons

 

So say something beautiful

And change the world we live in

 

We won’t be

We can’t be

Silenced

And we won’t go quietly 

 

Let the walls

Shudder from our chants

When we come together and proclaim

‘We exist’

 

Let the wolves of the midnight hour

Howl in unison

As our chant grows louder

‘We exist’

 

Let the foaming seas

Change the course of their tides

As we fill the air with our chants

We exist

Veins of Teal

Once there was a girl

With hair that flowed

Like the teal river of zeelandia

 

The valley of unrest 

Is where she goes

For the silence is a blessing

And solitude she seeks

 

The forest calls out to her

Echos words not discernable

To none, save the ones paying heed

 

She listens, but pays no heed

And spends her travel decrypting

The songs of the forest

 

For she too wants to dance 

In the moonlight like the flowers

She too wants to shine like the water

Under the gaze of the stars, which lead her on

 

Her limbs are coated in a sheen of sweat

And dust 

A testament to the distance she’s covered

 

The valley

Stretches out to the horizon itself

And she gazes over it hungrily

She has arrived

 

The valley is still

Where time appears to have stopped

And the wind doesn’t thow her tresses into a mess

 

A pool of water

Its shade deepest of blues

Is where she washes her weary limbs

And tired mind

 

Her tiny feet

Walk past trees

That seem to move without any sound

 

Her dusty hands

Clutch rock after rock

In her pursuit to climb 

To the top of the cliff

 

She arises amongst clouds

And cautiously walks to the edge

Of the highest peak of the valley

 

A bunch of lillies adorn a rock

Covered in veins of moss

She bends forward, and breathes in deep

And fills her lungs with the scent of ol’ perfume

 

She sighs

 

A sigh

 

Which echos

 

Throughout 

 

The valley

 

Drumming her hands against her thighs

While bobbing her head

She sings softly into the valley

Where no other sound is heard

 

Once there was a girl

Who sung the songs of the forest

Whose meaning eluded her no more

Away Away She Flies

Away away she flies

Atop the ship’s mast

Singing away her sorrow

Her words lost in the wind

 

Her tears glisten

In the moonlight

Her heart years

For her motherland

 

Waves crash upon the shore

Bathing the rocks with foam

A gale of wind, from the west

Blows away a young man’s hat

 

She keeps an eye upon the horizon

A single cloud adorns it

The smell of sea salt,

And fishes fresh

 

The ship sails away

But she has eyes only for one

She searches but sees naught

She longs for him

 

Tears adorn her face

Her spirit remains maimed

But her eyes shine brighter

Than any star ever would

 

Humming deeply

She turns her back against the shore

Her tiny hands, clap softly

To the rhythm of the sea

 

Away away she flies

Atop the ship’s mast

Singing away her spirit

Her words carried by the wind

Don’t 

​I’m sitting here

And I don’t know if

I’m actually sitting 

Here

 

So don’t 

Just don’t 

 

I know the words

You’ll say

I have them memorised

 

But something’s off

 

Something is missing

It’s on the tip of my tongue

 

A snap of my fingers

And it’ll come to me

 

What’s going to happen

Now?

 

Now that we know

What we wanted

Isn’t going to happen

 

Or

 

Did you really want them to happen?

 

It’s okay

 

You don’t have to lie to me

 

You have finally

Found the courage 

To speak your mind

 

So speak

Just speak

 

Bang your fists

On the marble

And speak through the swelling tears

Cause I’m cold

 

So cold

 

I’m cold for you

But oh, so warm

Get it?

 

It’s okay

You don’t have to

 

I can live with that

 

And

 

You can paint yourself

Blind

With all your lies

 

Let it eat you up

From the inside

Out

 

Cause I feel it

I feel the loss

 

I am at a loss

Of words

 

Talking about it convulates 

It

muddling the pool

Where I’m just trying to sink

 

So don’t 

Just don’t. 

Zugzwang

​Through unspeakable terrain

And a journey so remarkable 

The beetle finds himself 

Land upon the windowsill

                                                 upon its back

 

Its spindly legs

Frail about frantically 

Trying to correct the world

At least from its perspective 

 

The beetle is greeted

With an occupant of the

Windowsill

 

Its a spider

Slowly it descends

 

Quickly it pounces

On the beetle

 

Spinning web upon the

Beetle’s spindly legs

 

While the beetle

On its back

Tries frantically to escape,

Eluding the spider

 

I

Watch 

 

From my desk

 

As these events unfold

 

And ponder on the dilemma I’m presented

 

If I watch and not act

I condemn the beetle

To death

 

For if I aid the beetle

In its escape

And the spider starves

Another day

 

In chess, it’s called Zugzwang

When the only viable move

Is not to move at all

 

And as long as you don’t make a decision

Everything is possible