Let’s defy the odds and gamble against conformity? Let fate lead us against life’s infallible uncertainties? She candidly loved and her heart submitted but her mind refused to succumb to the mediocrity of sentiment This mirky morass of a tumultuous heart and mind deprived her of all emotion – indicative of her ostensible state of tranquillity Struggling to source her once indomitable will She attempted to calm her restless mind and tame her wild heart…
a weak body is as close to me as the very skin, you and I are under a weighted blanket draped over me daily. needles have poked me many times before, and will many times more, but there was a lot today. being forced to become a quitter and a failure is something that simply can’t be understood by anyone who has had fewer needles poke them. I ask this: is relaxing the most punishable…
I was told not to look for gasps but what of the gasps, themselves? gasps of breath get the Night Air into your lungs, just the one thing you’ve always done the summers of my childhood: run and run and run I was swinging on a swing I ran to tonight. I know you might not believe it, in fact, you shouldn’t, but I had a front-row seat to the Moon. I was sitting across…
Someone said, “chronic pain is psychological torment.” Truer words were never written; the layers upon layers are like a beast eating away at itself until its end. Isn’t the body a mere shell, to keep your mind and soul? Isn’t pain a mere discomfort tarnishing the body–independent, detached, and trivial? Torment is reserved for inward troubles. To be tormented by pain of the body is to be a baby, crying to its mother. Whether these…
Owning it all, being it all, creating it all, The sun, which all moons revolve around, Discard it all, let go of it all, lay it down to fallow, Cease carrying it, holding it, hanging on to it, They see you persist; they give you more, Further driven down into the ground, Breaking my neck for all those around, Glancing over the load, Reaching the end of the road, This stuff I hold, mostly is…
Long journey labouring months of grief, darkness and hollow holes, Longing for the life lost, The one I search and seek, Craving the normality, The routine and daily crux, Resisting the awakening, The gift this curse has blessed me with, My neck breaks with compliance, Yet, like the abused, I lie awake, Communing with lies that are now gone, Like a Stockholm baby in the grave, Patience and grit in abundance, But darkness surrounds the…
Bashful rays seep through the fragrant petals of freshly blooming buds weeping branches hang heavy with ripened fleshy fruits yearning to be plucked from their bearer’s arms the ephemeral light pooling over boundless fields as the hatching twilight cocoons the sky the fleeting summer solstice ashes into a jaded umber dusk so come. feast. while the belly of the harvest is full and the horizon is bleak. -Raylene Naidoo
idol of my affection my moon hair of night and eyes of an even darker one. day’s fair dreams cannot fathom such a muse splitting midnight skies unsheathe a celestial beauty worthy of worship the eternal mother brimming with lustre an argent nobility swathed in ivory gossamer tufts a crownless queen hung in a starless sky. -Raylene Naidoo
If power is unmeasurable Does it mean it’s unlimited How long have we searched for the hidden tool Day and night searching like headless fools Not knowing that it only lies within both me and you Like a door waiting to be unlocked Or a person too afraid to just knock With fear of what’s on other the other end Is fear the only thing that really appears to look cool? With no where to…
I am rooted in the age of Morpheus. Sewed to the tapestry of the adversary. The chambers of the heart cry out the will to live. Eyes flutter open like butterfly wings from a dreamless cocoon. For I am awake. Threaded to fiction I pull at the seems, clutched to a false fantasy. With the roar of all the beasts under the heavens I rise. Oh deserter of the “World’s Womb”, flung violently into the…