by Roshan James
Text: I’ve landed on this rock After circling round the sun Coming so close to burning Out of time Out of breath From dodging meteors Inhaling stardust And I know you Found in the same way A landing place On this rock Two sides of the moon Darker with our shadows And brighter with our […]
Text: An empty chamber Waits For its door to open And a new breeze To blow through
Text: They’ve passed Through here Before and again And they move These ghosts Of time Through My hands Stretched beyond My reach Leaving impressions In their steps
Text: I almost didn’t recognize The small voice, whispering At the edge of new things, wavering But, in the slow split of a random second, I recognized the familiar sigh As my own fear’s Last attempt
Text: In order to create You must also understand And become comfortable with Destruction
Text: In case you’re having trouble Remembering or believing Let me write this down for you Crumple it up And tuck it away For those days When you need A friendly little something In your back pocket Or in the back of your mind Whispering You are important
Text: Happiness – I wanted it to be A forever kind of thing Even if nothing else was
Text: My broken days are not what you see They’re not in the parting of my lips Or my shadowed gaze You’ll find them deep in my bones Finely etched fractures of stories half-written A curation for no one’s sake But the art of a mortal life
Text: Things fall apart It’s true And that makes it hard to believe Other things will stay intact But not everything is meant to stay And not everything is meant to break And we’ll only know when it’s all behind us What moments inspired lyrics And what kept us singing all along
Text: It’s taken years To release the shattered pieces From the pressures Of trying so hard To be put back together And instead let them be
Poetry and art 