poetry and art by subai
I am someone who turns emotion, thought, and experience into something tangible because words and images are the only ways I know how to make sense of what I carry inside. I write not just to express myself, but to preserve pieces of who I am in a form that can outlast me. I also create art because it is the only way I can imagine existing beyond my own death. I make it to leave something behind that will echo after my final moments, so that a part of me continues to speak when I no longer can.
Art I’ve Created
Poetry
fade away.
I’m watching
you f a d e
a w a y.
and all I wish
is to fa d e
w i t h y o u
b u t I’m here
waiting
for you
t o f a d e b a c k
i n t o
m y l i f e
and meet me
at the point
I’m anchored.
though, now
I m a fra i d
I m
f a d i n g t o o
I practiced grief
in a cup
every bruise,
sunderance,
held in the palm
like something sacred.
I sipped to remember.
Felt the bitterness
meet my lip.
then let it fall
down the drain
watched it go
and leave me,
and mourned it,
the way you mourn
even what hurt you.
but the cup emptied
is a cup
waiting
and I filled it
with something that tasted
like morning,
like a crisp
spring day
and it wasn’t bitter,
and it wasn’t bitter.
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