It was you
Blossoming in splattering shades of
black and white.
–
Taken back
to times
when this
might
have been something else
,
to times
when this
might
have been something
more
–
To times
When I wanted you.
To stay.
10.01 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Tag: ramblings
Conformity
I never thought
that
conformity
and
creativity
could co-exist
until
I saw you,
Conforming to your own creativity.
(
Maybe we all do
Until
we
find
creativity
in
co-existing
with our own
conformity.
)
© Hudson Biko
Clutch
I clutch on to
fragments of memory
,
fragments of could have beens
,
fragments of remains
a part of me
wishes were
more
–
Of you.
© Hudson Biko
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’.
Thoughts
Echoing
back and forth
across
internal
walls
we call
minds
,
compounding
their
presence
;
Reminding us (/me) that
they will never leave
That
we (/I)
will never leave.
© Hudson Biko
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