Excruciating Intimacies: Navigating Through Poetry
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
Ex-factor
I Would Like To Leave This Way
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 & 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. Smiling like I have a secret. Amused yet kind. I would like to leave in peace. 𝘖𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 & 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺. I would like to leave without worrying about what I leave behind….
I Don’t Want To Move On
I’ve done it before. Many times, many ways. ‘Moving on’ contains an element of escapism. Do you know how I know? Because the next thing that gets said is, “What else will you do?” There is taking action in an extreme situation like abuse. But many of us ‘move on’…
When Abandonment Wounds Are Your Teacher
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
Love Gardener
We have to separate the feeling from the person who inspires them. We are so literal, we use the words “my love” to describe a sentiment as well as a person. But our feelings are entirely our own, to process, to draw from for poetry, to express in our ways,…
~B~L~U~E~ or A Rejection Of Romance
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…
The First Time After
We think of firsts as one-time only things. And we assume they’re the domain of the young, the uninitiated. Maybe ‘maturity’ is just a bitter word for loss of whatever makes us find the new. And yet, the universe is hardly finite. Time, unpredictable. It’s a lifelong journey of self-discovery….
Fullstop Face
People are stories, works in progress Politics of affection and sexual congress But a face is a fullstop, brackets even I picture your face when I’m grieving The ‘I don’t care’ writ large and wide Autographing what’s breaking me inside Happy face, loveface all forgotten Fullstop points to all that…
Apocalypse Epiphany
If you are reading this, you are very likely to survive everything that’s going on. You’ve got a better chance than most other people, on the road to homes they may never reach, having to choose between fighting hunger and an invisible virus. I will most likely come out of…
Recuperate
For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds.
Recuperate
RECUPERATE – For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds
Different Shades of Grief
How many things shall I grieve? I was watching THAPPAD. I thought about the people who have hit me. In plural. I had experienced enough of it before I touched adulthood. Yet, at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong. Was it the force…
Change Of Weather
We’re running out of things to say to each other. It seems as if you don’t like me very much anymore. You hate my car, my home, my gadgets, my life – everything that makes me successful. You want us to go back to a simpler life, for me to…
The Closure Experience
Recently, I went out with someone who had just come off a long-term relationship. 20 year long term. First love, one and only forever and forever long term. One of the frequently mouthed platitudes of my 20s was to avoid a recently heartbroken man. Another was steer clear of the…
Surviving the Seventeenth
Ten minutes ago I looked up from the Netflix show I was watching and the calendar screamed a date at me. In a few hours, it will be 9 years since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for…
Second Best
I see you look with yearning eyes for people who don’t make time and space in their life for you. I can only give you second best – my company. I say second best, not because our conversations are less than the ones you could hope to have with anybody else….
Memory Diving
You may look back more often than the world tells you that you should. You may linger in places you’ve already spent too many dark moments in, with no increasing clarity. Why did she leave? Why did he stay silent? What were they thinking? Did they ever consider how you…
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Technicolour Prisms
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