Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

14.06.17 | love song (bind me to you..need)

“..what does the body do when it has found a way to solve heart beats, it doesn’t know how to catch this feeling and learn to let it go so easily, this feeling, has found a way to stay in this body, can’t call it uninvited, how do you do that, make it feel like you’re the only one who can make it feel like this body needs, you, when you control do you mean the way the mind has also fallen-, linger, no, stay here longer, I am slowly binding my words to match yours instead of losing them in your eyes I want to lose them somewhere along the same intensity of what you love, somewhere permanent, I want you to need this entirety.”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

8.6.17 | 9.6.17. Dreaming Fable (you’re..)

I mime fables that have been seen of this salem, silent in the dark, that sit with the night sky and watch the stars fill its vacancy, a distilled memoir, that glimmers awakened dreams, it has never been about forgetting how to love, but it has always wished on the stars enough to make it real, to never forget that this kind of magic is crafted into all our bodies and we are left to spell it back once it has finished manifesting into our souls long enough to breathe its wild back to love, a spell bound feeling, that is the mirrored shooting star reality of our distilled dreams

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

28.5.17 – 29.5.17
Note to self: love can lie

Note to self, doesn’t care, only hears voices that speak with dipped in poison split tongues, you were warned, by body, eyes, narration marathons in the form of false actions, disillusioned, told you to watch out for mishaps in the blank spaces that don’t match motion, too loud, what we’re you looking at, looking for, imagine the strength is has taken for body to watch the heart break at so many double edged knifes, the body spoke with shards of glass tip pointed to the heart wept and called the heart a coward for not letting go of what will hurt this body reminding the heart that it beats to unseen too often blurred lines and broken truths, weak, the body begged to not be taken for granted too harshly, that you’re both soft and honest and that is the perfect bate for sharks that swim this close to the shore, you’re to choose you, never forget that praying for the hearts guidance in both compassion and care the body is both heal and hero, don’t know no in between catharsis this is strength that has been learnt and undone from unlearning masks before it allows them to be seen of too soft, pretty first

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

17.04.17

Innocence: “..not weak, submissive shy, kind n gentle, all this, n much more, I miss the days where I could hear carefree whispered into the winter breeze, when spring bloomed with hope, sharing all our secrets to mother earth n, choosing to indulge ourselves in her beauty, I missed this, I missed being able to not give so much thought to dreams, enough to give it pardon free it’s possibilities n, not be scared of its what if’s wanted to be, the one who proves that dreams are worth never letting go that, when you feel defeated by it’s impossible alure this is, why its important to illustrate why you dream in the first place, being a dreamer n having a dream are two different innocences, dreamers are forever mesmerized by reason, for reaching the sky n, asking why the stars they see shine so bright, it’s finding answers when you have been told impossible, dream is, as simple as what you want it to be, I miss the days we talked about how fast we could glimce innocence in truth, rather bind to its opposite trait, not enough innocence, there’s, too much malice that fumbles without our own optimism, it blinding, catch this meditation, n…”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

31.03.17
Compromise, family

“..into our personal, do we get to choose, or is it a compromise, do we compromise for family, do we choose to trust family or does, our body use its senses who can you, choose to trust if not family, right, I mean, what are the specifics that we like to, mismatch cross word blur the lines compromise, I mean hurt, I mean how long, I mean, do we compromise, should we compromise or, do we believe that there is, balance in this family, I want you to really think about, how much good necessary in the name of compromise for family, then I want you to, look at your reflection, talk to this body, yourself, the way you talk to family, as it questions n answers the way, you, would compromise for family, we give so much to others before we even give to ourselves where are the blank spaces in this, choose to separate words in the name of comfortable, words like family, like love, that we love family, we can, only honestly give what we have experienced when it comes to advice, n even then is that family, or does this not make sense, do we need to do more when it comes to, family love, how much do we compromise when it comes the words we choose to, give meaning to family, n how much we love in order for them, how do you make family understand…”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

20.03.17
Dreaming (what’s new): Sipping water, sipping dreams (Dream Perfect Regime), drink more water (Mick Jenkins), in reference to water as the purest form of the absolute truth (FACT) (self: diagnosis..and you..?)

“..when you need something like you can not live without its hydration, fill up on its truth, drink up all its honesty, n filter out its quality, sipping water, sipping dreams, watch how they conjoin the truth in ourselves, those who fight something so honest in themselves will struggle to find the truth in this poem, drink more water..”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

20.03.17
Grateful resistance…(not the intention..)

Grateful alliance, feed this body, tell remedy that its been hard to come up with this fake love to this illest, its hard to feel love with all this ill, feed this body, give it memories n leave behind the memories that cause traumatic, when you stand up n leave its presence leave its disturbances where you last left off you’ll be able to turn your head back to its sympathy n clear its resistance not its intention, being able to define its concluded alliance it thought was for you is when you’ll be able to analyse its chemical n answer it back with its correct demise, putting at ease to negativity is not as simple as fake love but it is as reliable as you let it, resistance has so many faces, in the end its the intention of its grateful resistance that keeps its burning intention alive

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

19.03.17
Fitting..(dreaming about tomorrow)

I’m happy dreaming, happily fulfilling my dreams is something that was not always there, had been searching for it a long while back, thinking about what it meant to exist with no purpose, how do we fulfill n continue to exist without a purpose, dreaming allows for both, it hands down creativity, self worth in the form of goals, n self love in dreaming reality, when you hear voices that echo n dismiss its magic I want you to remember, they have not yet understood their powers, there is something so beautiful about how unique we all choose to exist with purpose, if you ask dreamers to use the alphabet to convey what it means to dream, they’ll tell you something that goes like this, they’ll be humble n wisdom something like this, be happy with what you have while working for what you want its like a dream, they’ll say to you there is no feeling that can come close to knowing your self worth when you have found solitude in dreaming about what you’re capable of wanting

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

05.03.17 | 06.03.17
Good habits (this is one of them)

“..I have gracefully restored routine n it consists of fresh air, a view to what the eyes can see through my bedroom window, I watch bodies maneuver invested in their daily more than I would like to admit, don’t like the way the cold season is this near, spring is a favorite day everyday, despite the moods here n there I have a fascination with new life, I love the rainbow but prefer the purple in it, associating its syllables with words that feel intoxicatingly happy, even though the world tells you dedication to what’s gender appropriate given pink blue, femininity n masculinity does not lay in colours of the rainbow, it is embed in your characteristics as a human being, do not forget this, I have this ambiguous love for flowers, the way they grow with the love of mother earth n nurture I find living existence that exist in the external of our beings its as incredible as imperfection, I don’t like the way we can easily lie, dishonesty is the best kind of honesty when it comes to karma, when even the universe wants to teach you the difference between defiance listen to its truth, the earth has existed long before you were even conceived, I’ve pondered the fact that no one can tell me chili is not the best way to make anything taste this sweet, senses come alive when kings invest their narrative about their perfect imperfect, when they become this honest it is the sexiest way to impulse this body when it comes to first impressions of temptations you can not tell me otherwise, I have gracefully restored routine into this body many times, learning to befriend uncomfortable, living with this mental state that progressed faster than I could stop it infesting the family inside this body I have restored routine, it consists of fresh air, a view to what the eyes can see through my bedroom window…”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

18.02.17 – 21.02.17 | Loyalties S (suicide)

I want you to picture what its like to feel all your sensations reunite in one plea, I want you to understand that when you’re talking with emotion to be gentle with its mouth, that when you all speak at the same time you can cause its premature conflict, dear survivor, don’t do it, your mind is feeling too much, yes, the mind can feel, don’t underestimate your confusion for its pain, dear wolf, help survivor understand what you’re hiding, know that your narrative has the ability to shed blood even when it doesn’t mean to, dear survivor, heal, surround yourself with love n give affirmation to the body even when it disagrees with your validation, you’re the only affirmation this body has told you it needs, you’re loved n don’t you ever try n run away from its release, dear problem, fix yourself, your feelings matter n you don’t have to do this, I know its hard when you don’t always understand, trust me, I know the way this works, I’ve been in a battle with this body for the longest time now, dear survivor, don’t do it, you’re loved, n even though you don’t see it now you’re loved, don’t do it, dear wolf problem, it’s over, you let your narrative find its release in their bare hands, you’ll never know that feeling of torn flesh, the smell of fresh blood, broken smiles, what did you want from survivor, dear survivor, you’re loved.