moving on


if moving on really is acceptance

my heart shouldn’t

still feel this


( should it? )


© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Jake Thacker



Words knock at the precipice of lips

like scratched CDs stuck in players

looping in frequencies

of infrequency

( some things are harder to say )

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Ian Dooley


Flashes of yellow

and streaks of

orange scatter

across a sky

that stays

still at

five to

six am


light infuse

its darkness

with perceptions

of new beginnings as

if endings ever existed

in the first place

( calling it sunrise )




Voices continue to scream in silent rooms

As sanity is swept by brooms

reeking of remembrance

at ten to three am

( eyelids shut )


© Hudson Biko

Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh

It Might Take A While To Get There and That’s Not a Bad Thing



Most times when we step onto a path we know where it’s going to lead. When we can’t see where that is we find comfort in the footprints that precede us. ¬†And when its bleakest to see we listen for the voices that have left their remnants along the way in the hope that they guide us.

At times, our own paths look nothing like that.

They’re more like driving on roads with no roads signs to unknown destinations. ¬†They’re more like finding comfort in the virtues of our¬†own expectations. They’re more like listening to the voices of those that have done it before in the hope that we might one day.

They mostly sound like “Rome wasn’t built in a day” or “Good things come to those who wait” – or some quote behind some waterfall on Instagram.

And there’s times when we internalize those voices or see those destinations and play them out in our heads in the hope that they’ll become our reality – and maybe there’s times when they make that road slightly more bearable.

But sometimes we wake up and realize that we don’t want to build Rome. ¬†That we just want to finish that degree. Or get that promotion. Or get to that thing that shouldn’t take as long as it is.

And in those moments we want something to make that path smoother.

We want to remove the rocks, the pebbles and the dirt.

Often its because we think that those impurities on our path are deflections from our own direction. We look at them like obstacles to the place we want to go to.

We often don’t think of paths as compilations of impurities. Of obstacles overcome time and time again.

And even though it might have taken a while, they were moulded by their own to process to become what they are today.

And that’s not a bad thing.


© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Warren Wong

Previously published by Thought Catalog at



You let yourself in.


walked through doors

and floors

covered by a myriad of flaws

we never bothered to look at



placed your self

on internal shelves

I never wanted

to reach



barricaded your self

on levels which

were never warranted



collected dust

in bursts


across the worst


never previously rehearsed



went through phases

we called faces

in vases

always held

until they fell apart




Were never let in.


Never bothered to look at.


Never wanted to reach,


Were never warranted,


Never previously rehearsed,


Were always held.


You fell apart.


© Hudson Biko

Photograph: SHTTEFAN


Pieced By HB

Benjamin Combs.jpg

I woke up to it

Threading itself

into threads

that barely held together


Staining the


that only stayed

because they


barely fade away


Infringing itself

on the fringes

because they

could barely hold themselves together


Because I could barely hold myself together.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Benjamin Combs

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