Unlocked doors into Wednesday Afternoons

I was a moment on your lips.

I was a part of the sheets.

We were tangled in them.

We were separated

And yet we moved

We gripped

We pulled

Ourselves

All we knew

For all we felt

We never felt

Again.

I was on a parallel shore,

And I was running beside you.

A river separated us

And with a stream you drifted apart

So easily you disappeared into the horizon and I

Was lying against my own

When suddenly a vision of you appeared and

All I knew I forgot.

Just to be with you

I left it all

For a moment

To be with you

I’d forgive

All of you and yet none of you

I’d let live.

"this world is not my home"

here i stand,

'free fall'

the rock she built her dreams on
the child he hoped to see aspire
to fight the against the veil
that was drawn over her eyes
to hide her passion, her thirst for justice.

the child grows everyday
and everyday it thirsts to know
which way is right to know which way to go.
there isn't a corner left to hide in,
as time starts to fly in,
all the alarms start ringing,
its the airpatrol,
black the windows out,
snuff the candles,
go to sleep cold and shivering.
unable to decide which breath to take and when.

what do you do with the power of awareness?
it is not to recognise the trouble you're in,
it is not enough to admit your feelings.
"It is not because men's desires are strong
that they act ill; it is because their consciences are weak."

will i come to you even with the storm raging on?
will i walk blindly towards you over the water?
i feel like i'm drowning already,
irony,
the boat that I want to do the rescue?
I got the colour painted, the size mapped out,
I got the dimensions and the crew.

yet, here i stand,
on the bottom of the sea floor.
i'm staring up and i don't know whether i'm supposed to fight the depths to surface
or whether i'm just down here, chain and ball,

mama, am i supposed to escape this?
or am i supposed to push through?
i keep making these mistakes,
its the only way i've ever learned.

when everything is changing,
what do i hold onto?


i'm trying to figure it out.

Aloha!

Hii there :)

This is my first post and it is just to introduce myself and why I want to write, really.

I always found keeping journals or diaries hard, even as a child.
I preferred to write lots and then write dates down for those separate pieces. I guess this is my way of stringing all those stories together and hopefully, posting and updating more as they come along as I move through my life.

I wouldn't call myself a writer as I am too undisciplined for it, haha. I write when I am inspired and when I can't express myself through music, dance or speech. I enjoy doing a lot of things, but writing has always been one of my most instinctive things to do. I really want to keep doing it as I feel I can really say what I need to in more effective ways as I grow.

There are many questions I try to answer...from many different perspectives. For me, writing is about discovery. When you write something down, sometimes you find that you finally were able to clear the traffic jam in your mind, and maybe, if you're lucky, someone else's too. That is all I hope to do, to be a good read, to tap a thought within the crevasses of my mind, or yours...to show my human side, and to be part of a tradition that kept cultures, religions, and people alive for centuries that have passed, and that are yet to come.

I hope you enjoy this, as much as I enjoy writing.

FightersAlwaysxx