I am a glass half full of
I feel seems to swallow me
instead of I
is not a smooth rush
down my open
the words that hurt me again
in ways I will never
what you say before
you open your lips to
through your eyes like I am
trying to do in my
comes in thin spaces
between what you say and what I
know why it needs to be so complicated
when all I feel is
fills me like a glass half full of
rides you easier than I ever could.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 December, 2017
we were pointless once;
that is to say
we were always in growth
and there was never a time
when what we had would stop
to be what we
our map didn’t come with
those flags to pin and say
– this is us –
– we are here –
we were the whole map
we were every map
and then we weren’t
now we are no longer pointless;
we are ‘that point’
the marked X
(without the treasure)
the one that simply says
– here –
and my heart is this map
and it is pierced and leaking
and all that it contains
will run like ink
across the world,
our red flag standing on end
and flying alone
to remind me
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 April, 2017
Piece by formless piece of me, compose of new desires:
write me back to life before my hope, deterred, retires.
Inflate my heart until it finds itself in soothing flight
and sprout for me the wings I need to beat its rhythm right.
Expand my lungs to fill with life and bleed this void no more;
to breathe ambition in until it seeps from every pore.
Expression filled with written words, my storm to self-empower,
yet, in this silent wash of time I very humbly shower.
Find within my shadows proof of flawless, lustrous light;
elucidate my purpose, forming day from cloudy night.
Write of peace, a balm, to heal my bleakly fractured power –
a vision, rich, to seed and plant, and soon, I hope, to flower.
Inspire my eroding soul with passion to ignite;
a reason to awaken, fresh; a fervour to incite.
Harmonise expression to unlock what I admire;
write me back to life before I, sadly, might expire.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 June 2016