Substitutes for honesty

Are glaringly inadequate.Forced relationshipsBorn out of neediness;Enormous family riftsThat grow with every passing year of noisy conversations that reek of the unspoken conversations underneath;Entire careersBuilt on the back of proving a point.When we fail to be honestWe benefit our delusionsAt the expense of who we really are.Here we are no longer real peopleWith real hopes […]

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Heart solo

The heart sings solo. People may harmonise with us in heartache But they can never actually sing our song. They might cheer us on on our big day But the race is ours to run. No one else can be in your corner  Quite like you are in your own. The heart flies solo. It […]

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On hulking out

Its not just that he ‘made me’ madHe made me hate who I became around himHow my laughter dried upHow my eyes no longer freely roamed the roomHow nothing seemed good anymoreHow sure I became that none of this was my faultAnd that he had become the bane of my existence.And just like that I […]

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A thousand tiny acts of rebellion

Against a “dictatorship on non-alternatives”Against the prevailing zeitgeist of self-worshipAgainst that voice in your headAgainst the feeling that life would be better if you weren’t around.Against such things – rebel.In a world that constantly finds a way to lean towards self-annihilationTo always be in tandem with itIs the greatest anarchy of all.The feelings may be […]

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Joy

Bubbles, bursts and blasts Of the purest, sweetest water  Tumbling out from an effervescent spring  Drenching the feet  And soaking the jeans Of anyone  standing close by, Reducing burdens  Quenching fear  Swelling freedom. He was increasingly becoming The kind of person Who ate hope for breakfast And drank deep throughout the night  Of the joy He’d […]

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House of stone

There will be days when you don’t feel like itNights when tears come too easily,Mornings where the Sun isn’t welcomeDays when you feel like love isn’t enoughWhen your own hands threaten destroy the things you loveClose brushes with death that you carelessly brush off.When nothing can penetrateThe house of stoneYou’ve stowed your heart in.

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Wasting time

ScrollingIs sadly therapeutic.Those ten second clipsCan turn into hour long bingesThat make for easy entertainmentSomething other than your problems to think aboutOffering you a seat into someone else’s comedyPrecisely because your own life is no laughing matter.Wasting timeScrollingIs sadly therapeutic.

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For the love of anger

It turns out anger is prettySatisfying to keep around.It fortifies your moral high groundAnd distinguishes you from the riffraffWho have no opinion.And people take you more seriouslyWhen you’ve really perfected it,Maybe even decorated itWith a touch of sarcasm.Oh and how delightful resentment is,I can’t seem to get enough of it.It reminds of a timeWhen the […]

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On fighting to be heard

Some people make the roomFeel smaller.Like there isn’t enough oxygenFor their existence and yours,Insufficient bandwidthTo carry all our intellect,Inadequate fundsFor us to spend our time togetherSimply beingAnd not competing.There’s nothing quite like the feelingThat you are fighting to be heard,Exerting yourselfIn defence of your right to be here,Using precious energyThat could be better usedIn service […]

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Soft hearts, thick skins

Being numbIs not a great way to be human.Neither is being one without boundaries,Without barriers from the harsh elements.We need thick skins-Not to tolerate abuseBut to keep from being unable to distinguishBetween insults to ignoreAnd wrongs that need righting.We need soft hearts-That still know how to cryAnd how to appreciate, deeply,The existence of others.We cannot […]

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