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Again

July 14, 2021June 22, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

The image shows a black background with a pair of blue hands at the centre, palms and fingers pressed together as if in sleeping motion, their nails painted a neon yellow.

I wish I could find again.

That, which I lost

Or was it what I gave up?

Take me home

Lord, take me home.

Done

July 13, 2021July 12, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

In a black background at the centre, there is a pair of green hands in motion about to clap, with their nails neon pink.

The mist unravels

The fog unveils.

The curtain is drawn

And the show runs.

The actor bows to the audience

His job finally done.

Enough

July 11, 2021June 22, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

The image shows a black background with a pair of yellow hands and pink fingernails with fingers interlocking, tightly holding onto each other into a fist.

Today I woke up

And watched the rain pour.

I think I’m enough,

Today I think I’m enough.

Freely

July 10, 2021June 22, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

The image shows a black background with a pair of pink hands with neon green fingernails. The hands appear as mirror images of each other, palm held out as if in offering.

Live freely,

And owe no debts.

For they carry over,

And over and over,

Generations

After generations –

Like a curse.

Pretending

July 9, 2021June 21, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

In the black background, there is a yellow hand held up with fingers spread out, and another yellow hand clawing at the hand - their nails painted neon green.

If I had a choice,

Would I do it again?

I feel like I’ve lost everything

Standing alone in the abyss.

How do I even live

Without pretending?

My world amiss.

Tough

July 8, 2021June 14, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

There is a black background with a pair of green hands. One hand is held up with fingers curving downwards, the other hand is holding onto the wrist, their nails painted neon blue.

When it gets tough,

Be even kinder to yourself.

After all the world is cruel enough,

Why would you do the same to yourself?

4

July 7, 2021July 6, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

//a weekly series of short proses written in different perspectives//

Have you ever started to laugh just before noticing your reflection

Looking right back at you, startling you in deception?

And in that moment does it feel like someone else is wearing your face

Wearing your smile, your skin and your place as you become replaced?

Staring, it smiles just as you have done

But in seconds, it’s as if it has already gone.

How curious that the sound it makes is like but unlike you at the same time.

It even moves before you move, a perfect crime

So much that it becomes a life of its own, a living creature, a mime.

A supporting actor that is better than the lead

You suddenly become repulsed, thrashing until you bleed.

But you can’t hold onto anything, you can’t feel anything you plead

And in that same voice, so similar to what was once yours

It smiles at you in question

Wasn’t it you that wanted to become the reflection?

So who was it, that began all of this deception?

In my head

July 6, 2021June 2, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

There is a black background and at the centre there is a pair of green hands curled as if they are clutching onto their head, their nails painted neon blue.

I never wanted to be weak.

I just wanted to end this suffering

Or that voice in my head.

It was never about anyone

Or anything

But me,

In my head.

Magic

July 5, 2021July 4, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

There is a black background and at the centre there is a pair of yellow hands with fingers hanging limply over one another, their nails painted neon green.

Take darkness and you’ll make light

You are a magician, in your own right.

And should there be a tower,

Let it crumble

For you are the one who made the earth rumble.

A new day

July 4, 2021July 3, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

In a black background, there is a blue hand holding onto the wrist of green hand, who is hanging limply, with their nails painted neon pink.

How many tears I have shed

In darkness and in light.

I don’t like breaking –

The feeling of your heart ripping, or tearing.

But at the break of dawn, I’ll sit in front of the mirror

Slowly, slowly,

Clawing at my face.

A new day will begin

And someone new will act in my place.