Makes me feel secure enough to be soft Makes me feel safe enough to put my armour down, for I already destroyed my walls I want to be with someone who reveres my divine femininity and firm masculinity I want to be with someone who sees God in me I want to be with someoneContinue reading “I Want to be with Someone Who”
I love how wild and untamed you are How pristinely you take up space everywhere I love how bipolar you are; hot one minute, cold the next and raging fuxking mad another I love how you just don’t give shit about existing the way you do. I love how you carve paths for waterways whereContinue reading “Dear Nature”
They say; home is where the heart is My he-Art is always with me Within me Sometimes buried deep Sometimes right there on the surface of my chest Slightly left, towards the centre Right there; that’s my heart This is my he-art Do you feel it? Maybe, you can even see it. Strapped in rightContinue reading “Home is Where the He-Art Is”
I rose with daylight An especially gentle and peaceful awakening There were no bizarre sounds Nothing loud and irreverent The morning drizzle pettered on Every so slowly, it was certainly in no rush Isn’t that poignant Somehow a remarkable lesson from nature I think it is. I’ve never seen nature rush, never in a hurryContinue reading “This is My God”
As I do all my exes And as I do all the amazing people in my life. I still love my husband as a human I got to close to and want the absolute best for, I still love my husband as a person I empathize with and can show compassion towards, I still loveContinue reading “I Still Love My Husband”
Have you cried so hard you couldn’t breathe? Have you every cried so hard it feels like you’re about to have muscle spasms in your chest? Have you every cried so much you feel broken, dried up and small? Have you ever cried “quietly”? hot liquid blurring your vision, burning your cheeks, snotty snot streamingContinue reading “Have You Ever Cried…”
That’s where I wanna feel you Under my skin Dancing with my soul Atom close Love song kinda feelings
Poetry preserves pain, ponders prejudices, personifies platitudinous passions, proving poets postulate and plant probing paradigms passively, perpetuating profound poetic prosaicisms.