Just me and the sounds of sonicbrat tonight.
5pm with Semut Semut
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
by Edgar Allan Poe
You with the cracks running through you,
I know you think you will never be whole enough
to fill the leaky holes of someone else’s heart.
You with the fractures in the places that teach you how to love,
the fissured kisses and the broken cart of wishes,
You with the sad blue of goodbyes hidden always behind your
You, releasing those constant yearning for the lost choices of
You with the thunderstorm that you carry in the heart you’ve
jammed close so hard,
all the words in all the world couldn’t pry it apart.
You with the overcast laugh. You with the fists that open only
in your sleep
marked with lines that look like irrigation tracks to a land
where you are clearly
Stop. Look at me. Breathe.
My lips are not cement and they cannot seal these wounds
but I am here, palms held open and I
HERE IS A FLOWER THAT NEEDS NO WATER
by Pooja Nansi
Which way, love?
And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you that
I’m not half as bad as what
you’ve been told.
And when I knock
at one hundred and two
and I see your pyjamas
I can’t stop smiling at you.