oceans

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there are times

when they are ripples.

fleeting in between

the seams

of dreams

still out of reach

but enough to believe

in the lives we lead.

and

there are times

when they are oceans.

and

I am drowning.

and

the seams

of dreams

still out of reach

aren’t enough to believe

in.

and

all we have

are the strings

 

i’ve been having more of those

-and i’m gasping for the shore.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Victor Carvalho

 

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questions

there are times when the leaves settle

against the blue of the sky.

and there are thoughts that linger

like

do you tell

yourself that

it was nothing

at all?

too?

or

do you

maze through

alleyways

filled with the haze

of days

you keep setting ablaze?

too?

or

did i only care

because

you cared?

(too?)

© Hudson Biko

days

there are days

when the shine

of the sun

will ring

in the sills

of the windows

after the pour

of the sky.

 

and there are days

when the breeze

of the wind

will birth

the oceans

of the earth

to the sea

of the moon.

 

and there are days

that will be still.

 

and gone.

all at once.

 

© Hudson Biko

blue

it was about midday.

the branches were low.

a lawn mower

hovered

above the sound of the birds

lined against the silence

of the sky.

the blue

was bleeding.

in

and out.

© Hudson Biko

 

Frustrations

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Fable legs give way to loud voices

that echo across walls

cracking underneath

their shortfalls

at thirty to midnight

As thirsty

lungs

inflate

in bated

breath

Drowning

in

withheld words,

that

somehow,

strangle us

and

throw us,

across internal walls

made of frustration

and desperation

In a cracking room

that’s somewhat

falling apart

because you

couldn’t hold yourself

t o g e t h e r

you only

tethered

on cracks

you created

Because you let your fable legs

f

a

l

l

When they needed you most

And i still held you.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Averie Woodard

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