What is this life
when hate is passed more freely than love
when pain lurks around pleasure?
What is this life
when cold hearts intermingle with compassionate souls
and create chaos?
What is this life
when all we want is love
but we keep finding disappointment?
What is this life
when you make a mistake or lose your way
the journey home is so arduous?
What is this life
when you make your way back home
you know it’s quite possible you will get lost again?
What is this life
when that someone who comes to wipe your tears…
he’s not enough?
What is this life
that is an emotional minefield
taking out the weak and strong alike?
I’m overjoyed that the universe has sent you through me. I can sit here and stare at you for hours–such perfection clothed in a skin so soft, with big beautiful eyes, a cute little nose, and tiny hands and feet. When I watch you sleep my mind drifts to the wonderful life I wish for you, and the beautiful and compassionate person I hope you will become. But as I become overzealous planning your life in my head, I take a pause to remember:
[…]Your children are not your children. They are the sons and the daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you[…]
–Khalil Gibran, excerpt from The Prophet
I’m attempting to create a new word to describe my feelings for you, because this is beyond what I’ve ever known love to be.
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yesterday i had a vision
today i planted a seed
tomorrow i’ll birth a nation
and you’ll still slaughter me.
belly round like infinity
veins thick like roots
able to provide sustenance from my own body–
yet they’ll still crush me.
dreams of prophecy abound
and i tell them what i see
just a woman so i’m pushed back into secrecy.
follow me on this journey
i’m stronger than you think
tomorrow i’ll birth a nation…
so why today do you wish to slaughter me?
Think!
dedicated to all women of the world
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so I’m up late, and I stumble upon some music by an artist named Aniba Hotep. listening to her made me feel weird–in a good way. feeling pensive, thinking about love and past lovers. you know? that feeling–warm, happy, sad–all mashed up together, sitting as one big lump inside my body. it was too much. i can’t sleep with that going on inside me. and i do love writing poetry as a release so…
there is this curvature at the base of my spine,
a beautiful spot,
i know because i glance at it when i’m alone and i dis-robe,
it catches my eye when i turn to the side,
looking back at myself in the mirror,
memories of painful times dance across my mind,
i think of you caressing that spot
and my innocence returns,
then i remember when i knew no worries,
your hands on the small of my back caressing my body,
love emanating from your fingertips,
and i lie there in silence as you massage my pain away,
i close my eyes and i think if they’ll ever be a day when you’re not here,
will i be left alone to conjure a memory of your touch–
when i catch a glimpse of my reflection and i turn to the side and i see that curvature in my spine.
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