I couldn’t say if you ever really knew me not because of any or all the cliché reasons they say you can’t truly know anyone that you can’t see someone’s heart is a lie we are showing ourselves constantly the key is what was cultivated to make sense of this chaos called everyday life It…
Author: Arya Sunyata
Brain shiver
It just takes longer to get through the spit and fury of the reeling responses of a mind trying to come off a habit withdrawal is a hunger for what was there before not because it’s better not because it’s whole but just because it’s what is known it’s the way nature tells me I…
All of my choices
I’m turning into someone I barely recognize those eyes have seen it all she can’t disguise that she doesn’t know it just shows thru the crook in her smile depths hinted at you can barely fathom but you feel the weight of her waves as close as a rider breathing with his horse carrying both I’m polarizing truth facing down the waves surfing her displays the emotional roller…
Corporate geisha
I made myself real small to learn to breathe with less air curled myself into in a ball like a fish out of water I’m learning to suck a little harder in real time and forgive the edge its sharpness by accepting to live with me peacefully inadequacies are the foibles of being like the…
Dear Social Media,
I have a few words for you today it’s time we had a talk about the way we don’t really see eye to eye or even each other anymore just so you know, I didn’t go under the knife for vanity but to take action in response to the realization I could do something to…
On the process of growing older
I let the young years fret away pained with the complex self-importance my thoughts carried opinions erected in my 20s built as pillars to support they ended up transforming into bars cold and heavy with rigid sets of rules until I met a modern day muse her silences pulled me in a siren of my…
Yeah I know you
It’s the breath that roots in grief the deepest discipline is to not get caught in the politicking of meanings what this label and that name are supposed to be what it meant to know you and all that it stripped away poetry is the grief unconcealed raw and exposed a sprinkle of dictionary and…
The cutting starkness
naked under an open sky you missed me seeing only the appearance of my shape you never realized the flash in my eyes meant it was too late already despite the time the changes the inevitable losses living in a lacquer of hindsight dressing the past tense in colors made of reasons a shiny luster…
Saturated and chopped up
Your words are saturated with psychic lesions billions of impressions of a marketing driven global quest for romance the modern day achievement built on some imaginary ideal accompanied by the need all the people who senselessly feed it like cybersex as if you could fill the void with a stranger’s mess used at best like…
Against the grain
you are brilliant like the moon shining into a room romantically bright enveloped in warmth coming into my arms rushing over me with understanding relaxing like a breezy relief a balm of fresh so much in so little I bite my lips wanting more like laughter and lullabies messaging the general with news that this…