Doom Cocoon

When I’m pulled in the direction of my doom
A cringed face
A tug on my gut
That feels at once so wrong and at once so right
Like I enjoy my own demise
Like the rush of a vanishing act gone right
I could show you all in a moment just who I really am, including the shadows



I scream silent throbs in my head

and I swallow the pleasure whole
I don’t even taste it
Just want to drown underneath it
Like my favourite blanket
So that i can’t hear anything anymore
except the dull hum of this womb-ish cocoon

A respite from the responsibility of my own pain,

My shallow deep breath,

and a waking sleep for my soul


but it doesn’t want to be asleep.



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Image by Kristina Paukshtite

The Fear

Standing atop your own head
In the dark night, over the piercing screeches of the wild-
the sounds that you don’t want to hear-
Biting your tongue and caressing the urge to wail

You’re riding your own death wave
Into the cold waters of the familial unknown


You wake up fresh, in sharp life;
A Bear on the zero point: the mission

Moving through the forest of shadows with crisp breath
and open eyes

You have become the fear


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Quiet Love

The subtlest love, to learn, to listen

Is heartbreaking at times

Tugging on the ropes that make you, you.

Often a quiet love, many times unappreciated, yet

The magnitude of silence is seldom understood

but by those who dwell in peace.


The smallest opening in ones heart is a fountain from which to drink.

The longevity of the soil of mind lives on it,

Courage. Hence


Parts of you that bloom in the wind of your spirit

Are satiated by the silent, knowing whispers of your soul:

The ears ear and the eyes of your love.



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Photography by Dids

Words I needed to hear

“All you wanted
It’s nearer than you think
You think too much
So you don’t see
You do too much
So you don’t listen
Do you love yourself anymore?
How can that be
If you are love
Try to see
With the eyes of trust
And the heart;
Have ears for your soul
That is at once the seed and the flower
And the pettles, even if
They are too fall
For a while,
They’re nearer than you think~”



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that bear the weight of soldiers
the spines of the abused
pointing down to the earth from which they came
that enfold the treasures of many households and
civilisations wisdom that is at once here and lost
or… Mounds.
that contain the dead…
for a while.
When the day breaks and the sun smiles its rest
Do we live among Hills
or pointed mounds



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Image by Quang Nguyen Vinh