A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
We are together in every moment, by my side, you may not stay, the heart does not see any distance, nor any debts to repay. Bound not rules of obligation, but strands formed from love and memories, and then further fortified by passion, a rope built with shared stories. Pull the cord as far as… Continue reading Day 365: Unbreakable Ties
"I don't know the future," I gently tell him, his face cradled between the hands, he had just warmed from his touch. "But the me, that exist in this here and now, cannot envision a life where you are not holding me at night." © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: My Romantic side....
I know you are toxic for me, but I pretend that I am immune, to all the ways your energy draws the peace of my mind. I lie to myself that closing the door is enough and I don't need to lock it because you won't push it wide open just to hear the sound… Continue reading 352: Endings Revisited
Maybe we can make it work If I can find a way to keep these rose coloured glasses on. (c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
"You are not typical..." he said Typical? I guess not. I am the kind to wonder from the well lit road look past the place, where the stars shine, curious about the darkness behind. Typical? Maybe, as I always tumbledown canyons crawl through plateaus climb mountains reaching the top jagged bruised and bloody. Typical? I… Continue reading Day 284:Typical
The distance between us only makes sense when we speak in laughter, filling the silence of missing you with the joy of knowing you. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I am running out of inspiration, to find reasons that we cannot work, Let me simply end my vexation, and release me to your knowing smirk. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I belong to a spirituality that celebrates the strength of my gender and a religion that tells me that I am "less than" because of who I am. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: apologies for the resending but just fixed an error.
Sassy and unexpected, she challenges all your notions, understanding that blindness comes with asking no questions. Gifted and caring, sharing lessons from the heart, reminds you that love is every part of who we are. Playful and firm, she's both knight and dragon, when playing the damsel, she will karate chop in a gown. a… Continue reading Day 263: The Wild Card (Jennifer)
TW: Abuse Shattered glass lay at my feet, each piece reflecting a moment, a story of my first walk, when you held me up, my first word, uncle, said into the phone a fleeting smile. So many pieces, so much history but I cannot make them fit anymore. Pieces broke so small that shards are… Continue reading Day 260: Shattered Reflections
