you have said my name again
the warm whispers that drip
off your soft tongue
flow into me like new oil
my ears are sent berserk
my senses fall into bewilderment
you have looked at me again
with the eyes of your heart
i am left enthralled
my spirit soars in blissful oblivion
i begin to shake like a flower in a breeze
you have touched me again
i can only see the world
through the dreamy haze
your closeness creates
when the smell of your skin
leaves me in a glorious daze
deborah, look up
the sky has become a canvas
of your wild colours
the moon is jasmine tonight
the stars will soon begin to write
the stories your body tell my hands
I've been wondering for some time when this would kick in - maybe i've been too inviting and i might've summoned it by mistake, and now it wouldn't leave. i'm planning / being bound by a need within to write down about my past 3yrs' experiences. looking back, i seem to have committed to this race against nature where i can only mend myself slower than i break myself - it's funny how some never learn.
depression sits well, anxiety not so much anymore - ironically, mindless bravery and stubborness come along with this resignation in taking care of oneself.
i'm not yet decided if it's gonna take the shape of poetry or short stories, maybe both - i see it coming out late next year, anyway. its outlines already sound like a disturbing read to myself and i can only barely imagine my close ones getting their hands on it - to you, i confess there's still a lot of dirt under my rug. that resignation i mentioned above also comes along with not caring about the optics involving me and i can only hope it'll humble you.
if there's anything that i have recently found within, but haven't yet expressed, it's humbleness. i might never practice kindness to a satisfying extent - i've met it a bit too late and oftenly tainted to digest it properly - but i've lately lowered my head enough to know when to just leave and... write it all down.
doortooursouls featuring soulful artist : @dazzedoutwriter - i wrote this piece in 2010, i remember i was unable to sleep that night. during that period in my life, i was in infatuated with the moon. this poem came to me like a song, i knew i had to put into words how enticing it's powers can be.