Uprising

Oh, these wretched waves of black,
Drain away from me,
Pull back into the currents built to
Wrench me further and
Stray away from me.
I do not want these curls of,
Tension and whirls of asphyxiation,
Plaguing me again,
Like the last time,
And the last time,
And the last and the last and the last
and the last and the last fucking time.

Oh, these wretched waves of black,
Do not drown me,
Not when I have finally learnt
To breathe out of water.

Please.

Succulence

One day, I decided to
stop painting the image of
a world I expect,
beginning instead,
to paint over existing flaws,
learning how to keep their charm of
imperfect beauty,
learning also to morph their ways
to the best of my perspective.
There are days when grey skies
become grey moods,
but I decided to
look through such narrow blinds
and accept that grey is at least
better than black.

I laugh when they tell me love
is selfish
because my happiness is not for me
but conjured from seeing it
reflected in your eyes,
knowing it is because I am here,
around.

fragile

i touch the trickle of time
and visit its cold metal of
a familiar fear,
its hands twitching against
a stagnant face that stares
me down, urging me inwards and
away.

i wish the sounds that form
on my lips, were not
shadowed with hesitance
but instead, shone,
with a confidence i still
fail to unbury from beneath my skin.

i curl in every time
i feel the pressure
of myself dismantling.

it is such a beautiful sight
when the first thing i see
are those eyes
that move me,
each day i am gifted a chance
to open up to a world with you,
and i don't deserve anymore
than the trust i placed
in every breath we share.

i stutter and slip
on my thoughts,
unknowing of how to express
the intense growth of passion
colliding inside me
whenever you kiss my forehead
and daringly promise me your efforts.

promises that mean
so much more,
promises i hold onto
and cherish,
promises i try to claim
but do not need,
because knowing you are
by my side
is the only promise i ever need.

Release

there is a time and place for
everything, they tell us,
because the situations we create
do not always end the way we
expect, and they will
forever be changing;
forever rearranging,
for we live in a world full of
snap-of-my-finger moments
and minds we cannot read.

because in this world,
a constant is hard to find.

yet as i lie here,
in a bed full of
comforting warmth and
sheets that smell
of us,
holding you in my arms
as we try to
squeeze the pain away,
i tell myself with a smile that
i can be this way, doing exactly
what we do,
every millisecond of every day,
because there is no need for
a time and place
to feel my heart
try to beat stronger
for the both of us.

because in our world,
you are my constant.

there is a time and place,
they say,
for certain emotions to let loose,
but i find myself
unmasking and baring all of me
to you,
and i am not afraid
of being afraid around you
because i know you see right through
the flaws, finding the constant
of strength
i try to hold onto
for you.

there is a time and place for
everything, they tell us,
but there is no need for
time nor place
in my horizons of you,
because you are my home
and i find
everlasting, neverending, overwhelming, timeless joy
spinning me towards beautiful eternity
when i shut the windows,
turn off the lights,
close my eyes,


and live in you.

3

we carry on the seal of our lips
the string of a many unspoken
meanings
that caress the stress of
our minds as we
spark every molecule that
resonate and collide
on the smooth of our palms when
they touch

we hold in our hearts
every beat that creates itself
for us

in circular motions, our emotions
they revolve and
recur

the rise and fall, they will continue to
shape us and shade our colours
until we are running in parallels
at full speed

we hold in the palm of
all that is us
eternity
and all that shines with it.

the rise of your horizon

and the way you
touch me with your glance
and understand me with
your smile
because you catch every breath
and every whisper i
drop into your soul.

and the way we held onto each other
and left secrets on the
soft of our skin and
i caught the hurt and disbelief
in the damp of your eyes
when you held my pain and all its weight
in the palm of your hands
before i took it back
because it is never yours to bear.

and the way i stared galaxies deep
into the center of you
as you plucked out my insecurities
and showed me it is never wrong
to dare to believe it
when you tell me i am beautiful
as you kiss my tears of
indescribable joy

and the way in that one moment
as we capture the still
of our thoughts
and share a smile -
i transmit a million emotions to you
knowing you can hear them and feel
what i feel.

the line was drawn

these are the nights i can never escape from
when the memories
revisit, looming like
overcast
they shade my thoughts and
shake my euphoria,

i rip apart
within seconds
and the wounds reopen
profound and jagged like
naked branches against
a pearly white sky
surfacing from beneath my skin
to the edges of my mind -

the warmth disappears
as i spiral downwards
through my claustrophobic timewarp
taking me to the familiar places
i have tried to bury under my hindsight.

there will always be
inside me
a coldness i can never set fire to

because where there is light,
there will always,
always,
be shadows at my feet.

fused currents

there are blades that slit
into the fracturing blinds of my gut
and bleed a million cells of
blackening flashbacks;
sick, rotting insecurities;
decaying self belief
and fear.
 
i try to place sections of my mind
in shades of luminous dormancy
yet there are days where all is dark;
the trigger pulls upon the thoughts
that hold the weight of a should-be-forgotten ache.
wretched as it tears and
stretches and stretches and stretches and stretches
stretching until i am nothing but a 
gaping hole,
breathless and bare.
 
these are the days i refuse to
react with the world
because i revisit
a weaker self
with eyes of the soulless,
 
these are the days i need to never 
thrust upon you.
 
because you show me the colours of
so much more
within the black hues of my shading.
 
 
i will try to be the strength in my battles
because i am tired of losing to emotions like these.

i can hear them flutter

i sit and light my cigarette
losing count of how many times i have
left and returned
to this poem because
nothing can quite explain to me
the way our silences
accentuate our emotions
and we drift without a sound
in timeless passing
as we share a thought
and understand.

it is one of those easy nights
strewn across the sheets
and musky air of our linger
as we talk about nothings
and everythings while you roll
cigarettes on the curve of my thigh
and we giggle through our inside jokes
about stomach aliens and invisible puppy tails
and we don't find the urge
to say the words
because they are written in
every breath
every moment we look into each other
and share a knowing smile
until everything stands still
as we lose ourselves from venturing deep
into your soul
my soul
souls that prance their way
into the atmosphere until they
intertwine
and meet in the spaces between our skin
thoughts
words
breath.

i could be
in a million beautiful places
i could be the foreigner
braving the throngs of wilderness
but i no longer find the need
to run with the nightmares
and seek through the estranged
because i have found home
and with it all of me,
right here in the simplest of places

in the shine of your eyes.

fold

slow down
compose
exhale

it is one of those nights
when my thoughts sober down
to a melancholic drawl

i am reminded of my thousand flaws
and inflictions through time
and realize a surging sanity
that i miscontrue for madness

i cannot promise my greatness
when i am still facing
the jagged shards of
a once weak and broken down
me

but i still aim to
cross through the storm
knowing there is sunshine
clotted behind the clouds

and in all fairness
i have to admit
i enjoy a little bit of rain
sometimes