Gave
to those
that only
knew how
to take
And then
wondered
why it
always felt
so empty
( can we give too much? )
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Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro
Tag: words
reclamation
i hear them speak of reclamation
of things
of people
of themselves
and in a little while
a brittle smile
breaks away
at the corners of lips
that remain shut
as i begin to think about
the whereabouts
in which they
frantically search
for all these things
that already left
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Photograph: Pan Xiaozhen
Clockwork
Eyelids flicker
as rotating
hands
as giant as
ants blow
unfathomed
possibilities
held
in revolving
days I watch
dissipate
from
maelstroms
of
insouciant
realities
i call
“Could have beens”
disappear into
realms
of regret
i keep holding on to
when they were
never mine to begin with
and i cant stop them
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Photograph: Ioana Casapu
Do Things At Your Own Time
I think that sometimes we forget
That we aren’t meant to be anywhere.
That our lives don’t have deadlines or regulations.
That at this very moment,
We are formulating and experiencing our own distinct journeys.
Journeys that aren’t regulated or paralleled by pre-conceived expectations
But by our own doing.
Exactly when we need to.
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Photograph by Quino Al
- Picked and edited from an earlier essay I wrote and came across today. 💫❤️
Frustrations
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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