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Few things are harder than brain surgery but this is one of them (#14)


Few things are harder than brain surgery but this is one of them

Despair is good intention shrouded in pain
And hopeful plans with no where to go
But massive kindness is releasing someone
From the burdens of uncertainty

Thank you for closing the doors
That I could not bear to myself do
For paying for the right decisions
With a lifetime of “what if”s

With all the strength afforded to me
Still I could not carry the fickle weight
Of a brilliant mind filled to the brim with fear and doubts
Placed there by the hands of gods and goddesses
Cemented by cultures older even than love itself

I am too far from fine to fix you up;
I am far too blind to lead the way

I hope for the weight to fall from your shoulders
Like leaves off a tree
May you blossom to fill the shoes
You were always meant to wear
May your spirit take on the likeness of birds
And soar in the air

I hope you remember me

I forgive you for all things you could not articulate

I hope when you open your eyes
It is a lovely day


Dancers & Thieves (#9)


Dancers & Thieves

We are thieves, all of us
We take and are taken from
We dance around the lies we tell
And the ones we are made to believe

So let there be no feeling of injustice
We are all dancers and thieves
Kicking up dust with our feet
Creating earthquakes with our tongues
Rolling in the dirt and looking over our shoulders
At the fires we have built and the boats we have sunk

Nothing but Dancers and Thieves
We take and are taken from


The Spaces Between Your Fingers (#6)


The Spaces Between Your Fingers

I remember you in the spaces in between
The darkest hours of the night
And the pale morning light
A lithe susurration of what could have been

You appear only in the fleeting seconds
When the pink of my eyelids give way
To the orange glow through the window
Before promptly marching away with the minute hand

You flow between the crevices of my mind
Stubbornly insisting your presence
Marking out territory that is no longer yours
Carving hard stone into deep ravines

You are the dust that settles on the windowsill
When I absently look through old photographs
On lazy afternoons born of petrified clocks
When it is so quiet I can hear myself missing you

You are carried in by a million faraway lights
Brushing my arm and making fleeting promises
Before being swallowed up by the sunrise
You only ever promise to stay the night

I remember you in the spaces in between
Wild unbridled hope
And the deepest pits of despair
Balanced precariously on the interim

You exist only in the spaces in between
You dance away with the last dredges of my dreams


Wildflowers (Fickle Friday #49)



We were weeds
Sprouting where water fell

I thought I could nourish you
By filling you to the brim with love
But I soaked your roots with water
And they drowned from lack of air

I thought that too much love will suffocate
And learnt to measure my affections
To give not in excess of what I was given
To carefully parade a learned indifference

But since I have been free of you
And you have been free of me
I find that we have grown
In ways we could not have foreseen

We were weeds that sprouted
Wherever water fell
And I think that perhaps
It was not an excess of love that impeded our growth
That stopped us from reaching the sun

I have ceased spending my nights
Dredging through memories
For the right explanations
For ones I can stand to accept

But this I know for sure
That it is most definitely love
And it can be nothing else
To against your deepest desires release someone
And stand back and watch with pride
As weeds turn into wildflowers.


Current Events (Fickle Friday #42)


Current events
The oceans do not tell the wind
To whisk them away droplet by droplet
Until they become meandering rivers

And the rivers do not beckon to the shifting mountains
To deposit within them burdens of stone
That they may become mere streams

And all the more mimic the puddles on the street

I am an ocean; my love limitless
I will not siphon away rivulets of myself
Little by little
So I may conform to your puddles

I am the darkest shades of blue
All the saddest possible hues

I will bundle up all that I have to give
And travel a thousand untrodden miles
In search of the sea

And I will deposit on that sea shore
All of me.
An oceans worth
of everything.

Something I wrote a while back- and then stuck to.
Happiness is pretty simple: Do not pour yourself into hearts that do not have space for you; make space especially for those who do. Just like you cannot fit an ocean into a puddle, never shrink yourself to fit into unappreciative hearts. Do not dumb yourself down; do not stop speaking your mind. Do not thin yourself out, do not disappear. The people that count will never complain of your vastness- for they have the capacity to hold an ocean- one just like you.