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A powerful collection of new poetry. Poetry as an outlet for past and present emotions, and future fears.Explores an amalgamation of feelings, experiences and desires through provocative and poignant language.Soft tissue is that which supports, connects or surrounds other structures and organs of the body. Skin, muscle, nerves, ligaments, blood vessels, tendons.Soft Tissue is both fragile and brutal, a raw body of work layered in a multitude of emotions from immense joy, lust, fear, crippling loneliness, infatuation and loss. A deep rumination on life and love; the tumultuous ups and downs, the ebb and flow, the fluctuating and oscillating feelings in every dynamic relationship. From euphoric beginnings, to broken ends; from the desperate desire for companionship to the liberation of being alone.This collection of poetry and prose is an exploration through various phases in life, suffering and recovery, growth and discovery. Soft Tissue is love in all its nuances and heartbreak in its many forms. I am made up of held breathsAnd unspoken wordsUn-kissed skin that does not glowBut burns within, longing,(from the poem Bone)

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	28 juin 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781838599294
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Copyright © 2019 Ireti Sumisire Temitope Odugbesan

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For my mother, Bisoye and Anu,

my whole heart
The Anatomy
Contents
Prelude
Volume One
Volume Two
Flight
Bond
Low Light
Shadows
Swimming
Ten Thousand Suns
Melt
Birth
Growing Pains
Gasp
Bloom
Control
Loose Ends
Galaxy
A Theory
Temporary
The Law
Freedom
Fear
Power
Spineless
Nurture
Burden
A Psalm
Art Of War
Band Aid
Modern Love
Caps Lock
Open Letter
Stuck
Clockwork
Even It Out
Faded
Ode To My Mother
Scribbles
December
Sad
Euphoria
Numb
Maths
Body
Immerse
War And Peace
Holy
Bone
Push To Start
Solitude
September
Lost
Deity
Nostalgia
Windows
Craftsmanship
Violence
Nocturnal
Melancholia
Sonnet
Digital Love
Forever Young
Rush Hour
Rhythm Section
Condition
Soft Tissue
Bullet
Sundown
Blood
Godspeed
Love/Lost
Epilogue
Contents
Skin – soft
Muscles – relaxed
Blood vessels – warm
Ligaments – stretched
Nerves – calm
Skin – rough
Tendons – attached
Blood vessels – burst
Muscles – torn
Nerves – shattered
Ligaments – weak
Skin – bruised
Prelude
All I know is this:
Everything I write is a feeling felt,
In me and by somebody somewhere else.
Volume One
It would be easier if I could remember me before you,
And know that I existed solely on my breath alone
Existentially living,
Essentially, giving myself more,
Instead of halving every heartbeat
That’s still not whole, even when complete
We’re obsolete,
Not nearly full
And still
If you pull my strings I will
You know I will,
Puppet master, with sleight of hand
Move
Faster, slower, stop, go
Bend, spread
A heightened sense of happiness,
But this fall
Can’t be cushioned at all
Not with words, kind or otherwise
I think I die
Everyday of loving you,
A thousand deaths.
Volume Two
Sigh
That’s dramatic
When we’re both addicts,
You’re a vein for the needle and we’re both feeding off the same need
And it seems to me that
You didn’t forget who you were; you just became who you are,
Which is a better version when you’re with me,
We just merge into one
And we’re on the verge, but I wouldn’t call it falling,
Unless speaking metaphorically, like falling in love,
Then we’re definitely falling in not out
So there’s no doubt in my mind where we’re headed,
It’s a place embedded between dreams
And what is real anyway
When any way you look at it
This feeling is the same,
And if you die then rise again,
A thousand times?
Rise again
A thousand more?
Rise again.
Flight
My feet never touched the ground with you,
They never left a footprint or a mark
On any surface or place and
I don’t know if this elevated state,
This invisible trace
Is an indication of love being set free,
Or someone not in love trying to flee.
Bond
I have described what you have felt
Having never felt it myself,
And I think this has brought us closer,
That I have put your suffering into words
And made it somehow softer.
Low Light
It’s like a rupture,
A tearing of limbs,
A shedding of skin,
Eyelashes ripped out of eyelids,
Gouged-out eyes,
I can’t see how I have survived for so long
With the semblance of love,
In the low light
Where it doesn’t quite reach and sink into
The parts that need it most,
Shrinking almost to the point of invisibility,
But even almost is still too close a call
And I am learning to not give it all,
Every element, every pound of flesh and
Litre of water to just anyone,
I am learning not to fall too fast
To pace my nimble feet,
To protect my eager heart.
Shadows
I never realised how lonely I had been
Until I was in your presence,
That I had actually been aching,
So used to that gentle ringing in my ears as white noise
When it was a silent alarm,
A warning,
So accepting of this crooked poise as a suitable postur

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