This blog is not dedicated to my daily life, but my desire to write.
Enjoy my poetry. I hope they are empowering enough to speak to you.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Insane; Misery Save Me.
Phoenix.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Disorder.
Stomach burns: I am full.
Stand straight, inspect.
What is that? Skin. It mocks you.
You stare at an exaggerated copy.
See yourself in front of you: Disappear.
Weight...Wait: I want to be there.
How? Disappear.
You have no energy. It has been consumed.
But you do not consume.
Stare. Keep walking up the stairs,
And sweat. Wet, glands are wet.
Fork, spoon, diet. Die yet?
Plate. Is it too late? I see two pancakes.
One at the table. I left it there.
Days and days, and empty trays.
Trace. I see a trace. You have left crumbs:
Don't worry. I leave crumbs too. Big ones.
An ant crawls: A feast for you.
It nibbles at you, slowly strips you down.
But you do not nibble.
Second pancake. It's in front of you.
And you stare again at your copy,
Thinking: I need to strip down.
Heavy, too heavy: My mind, full.
Nothing fits. Slimness: I need to be slim.
Light, too light: My head, light.
You stand on a scale: I weigh too much.
No, you don't weigh enough.
Beautiful Marks and Beautiful Scars.
Let yourself fall if it hits you,
Let yourself bleed if it stabs you,
Let yourself cry, laugh, sink and soar,
Whether it betrays you or warms up your smile,
Pulls you down or brings you back to life,
Because love leaves beautiful marks and beautiful scars;
A reminder of how remarkable it feels to truly love someone,
And how even more remarkable it is to have the will, the strength, the courage,
To get through the pain when love fades away, but still be happy enough to accept
That love happens without forgetting to bring both the good and the disastrous.
So welcome love. If it leaves, willingly say goodbye and welcome it back peacefully
When love decides to come to you and start anew.
-nkmdoza.