the last poem i wrote signed off with a line ‘divine writing’. i loved it so much i wrote a whole poem about it and wow - this might be one of the best things i’ve ever written.
it’s lovely and writing it made me unbelievably happy. sometimes after i write a poem, i sit back and revel in the satisfaction of creating something so wonderful. i feel as though i have actualised an unreachable part of myself and presented it to you.
enjoy reading.
song: saturn - yours are the only ears
am i still young?
could i dream for a few
moments more?
every poem
breathes with me;
they ache like my jaw
and cling to me like love,
and cry like my children.
my life is
cleansing me,
it pulls
me through the cleanest water,
and i resurface and
don’t even want the oxygen.
all i want is for my
words to be pretty like i
feel inside,
like when i stand alone
in the rain
and listen to songs
from when i lived only
in dreams.
i want them to be pretty
like when clarity invades my
mind and all
i see is love.
my poems reside behind my eyes,
and my love lives in my fingertips,
my yearning lives in the words i
wish i could own
and the only
place i belong is my
writing.
i pray in metaphors
and watch my suffering
fossilise.
salvation seeks me endlessly;
seeks me the same way i seek
divinity,
seeks me tirelessly
and finds me in the blankness
of a new page.
i seek divinity and
i find it here
and now;
i find it in the seams of gold
that hold me together
and the trust
that forms my sentences.
i promise my poems
i won’t ever leave them,
and they tell me that
i am enough as i am.
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