Living in the absence of its recognition
Because it always leads
to the ignition
of emotions
we keep
trying
to let
go
-calling it, denial.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Willspirit Sbln
Tag: dailyprompt
Elixir
We poured it into ourselves
letting it seep
through valves
that would let it
bleed
into the parts
of us that were
always torn apart,
that would let it
feed
the parts
of us that were
always hungry for a part
of more,
for
the parts of us that we always wanted to make
whole
;
but torn things are never whole
,
their holes
are left
bleeding
and seeping
into valves
that feed
the parts of us
that were
more.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Hisu lee
Purple
Spades of Purple
cascade in shades
Whose
connotations
circle
in pre-conceived
perceptions
and misconceptions
;
Calling it detachment
© Hudson Biko
Acceptance
Perpetuating
in
chains
of
unforseen
permutations
,
Reveling
in their
salvation
As they
pierce
through
the fragments
we call
identity
,
As
they pierced through
the fragments
of conformity
into
our own reclamation
;
Calling it,
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Casey Horner
Abstract
I lost myself
Thinking
That this
would be different.
That I was
finally free from its confinement
That this was
an entirely new environment.
That I
finally knew
what
would
make me
new
Now
,
i stand here
staring
at the summation of its
parts
Realizing
that this will always be
a part
of me
This can never be
apart
from me.
Because it’s everything
that I am
© Hudson Biko
This is more Abstract than some of the poetry I put out here. Some things can’t be ‘structured’.
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