Dear nightmare friends

Old nightmare friends, only when the rain of salty tears wash my body offshore and subside do you come near. My dear nightmare friends, so long ago of you I feared. Now you’re here, trying to comfort me amid tears. Your memory lifts my spirit, takes me back to childhood long lost. The thought of you brings back scents of candies and roses that open my senses. My dear nightmare friends, I finally feel your sincerity,
you had just wanted to play, and I had feared.

DearNightmareFriendsSD

We meet again

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We meet again. You in your grandeur, your hairs encircling jewels and the flowers beside you boom, understated… by the brilliance that is you.
It is odd isn’t it, that I see you here. You didn’t expect me. But you make me chuckle; do you really find it that strange?
Drenched in the rain my body drips anguish and blood. Sweat from all the worthless work I did to be here, so that I, one day can stand a stranger in front of you.
You by your flowers,
And I
Bleeding.
And you find it strange don’t you…

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Indigenous rites, indigenous rights

They lay hidden, pockets of civilizations which flourish like wild flowers– vibrant and integral to the value of this barren land otherwise.
The core of humanity and individualism,
The essence of family; midst the heat of survival.
They thrive, they love, they endure.
Define your meaning of civilization and savagery? Is it not love we all feel? Colorful and cohesive;
beings on earth.
Sacred indigenous rites,
indigenous rights.