Designer Pandemoniums
I have always felt I was born with magic
and palms nursing fear like limbs.
Acres of consequences,
catastrophes,
and power;
The responsibility of control.
Suppose we were all born afraid of
ourselves-
Just imagine,
the guilt and torture
of casting the wrong spell
… like harbouring the curse of inaction.
©haylesmaree
Is it set in stone
if you hold a hammer?
©haylesmaree
Proofread your essays
not your stories.
Do not stain your voice with red marker
to feel publishable.
Be a notebook
full
of mistakes
torn pages
pages out of order
so many words spoken imperfectly
on the perfect skin coloured parchment
of you.
©haylesmare
She was a storm in a teacup.
Fierce
and
Comforting.
Sip by sip
depending on the sip.
©haylesmaree
Is it still considered paradise
if we’re drinking volatility
out of a coconut?
©haylesmaree
Self-sacrificers always leave
what compelled them to stay
when the pain of compromise
outweighs the pain
of expectation non-conformity.
©haylesmaree
It’s true.
Nobody has ever loved me
in such a way that allows me to love myself.
It’s truer.
The flaw is not those who are loving,
rather my belief that their loving controls my own.
©haylesmaree
