#spoken word

It has been almost two years since we released new music, but we are happy to say that the wait is almost over! Next Wednesday, February 16th, we are pleased to announce the release of our brand new single, “How Do We Heal featuring Son LittleandBryce The Third. It is our first release with our brand new record label, Missing Piece Group, and we are excited to share this song with y’all!

Over the next few days, we’ll dive deeper into the inspiration behind the song, but until then we are pleased to share the artwork, designed by Lyndy Bazile(@Afroplump).

You can pre-save the song here:https://missingpiece.ffm.to/thesuffers-howdoweheal

“Gather” by Alice Walker

Content warning for mentions of violence.

why do lovers blame love when things get hard?

when they’re the ones who believe in fate
but not in making things work.

and they’re the ones who let destiny take over
when they fail to decide for themselves

love did no wrong.
love made no mistakes.
for love is pure.

it’s the heart that isn’t.

if i lit a spark
down my throat
and let it
burn its way
through my veins,

if i set fire
to my hopes
and watch
the memory of us
burn up
in flames,

i would
catch fire
trying
to reach
for the ashes.

i feed the hollow
inside my stomach
and in return
it leaves me alone
and empty
and aching;
shivering
at the edge of my bed
with my head on my knees
and a sting on my chest.

every day i rise
to the thought
of seeing him;
of another day
to wrap my arms
around his body
and keep him warm.

and every night i set
to the thought
of losing him;
to the harsh winds
and the cold breeze
and to the grey woman
his eyes are set upon.

but tomorrow i will rise again.

#3 | an astronomical trilogy

she rules over me;
my tides, my emotions
she holds me down
she pulls me over
and i oblige
i’m at her mercy
every time.

she stuck around me
but her tired eyes
are far away; at a distance
she’s stuck around me
forever
even when i know
she will never;
be mine.
not truly.

#2 | an astronomical trilogy

he can’t touch me
he’s scared
he’ll burn too bright
never knowing
i loved him
for the same reason
everyday.

he won’t touch me
he’s afraid
i’ll catch fire
never knowing
it’s the same fire
that keeps me alive
everyday.

#1 | an astronomical trilogy

when you asked me back
i thought this time
wecould be better

but what i failed to remember
was how we fell apart
in the first place.

and this time, was no different
we fell, and then again,
once more, we fell apart.

it was a love revived
just so it could die a final death
the second time around.

it’s walking the city streets
with my face blending into
a blur of a million passing faces.

it’s being lost in a sea
of art and talent
and never reaching the surface.

it’s looking up and realizing
i’m too far below the summit
of the highest skyscraper.

it’s being unremarkable,
and not being bad,
that i fear most in this life. 

The early morning rises and my mind is still awake, my body is pumped, and my heart is still beating fast from the three cups of coffee it took me to keep my eyes open throughout the night. I waited just in case you wake up. It was just in case you call me in the middle of the night again; or maybe at the crack of dawn, when the world is still half asleep and the only two people conscious of everything that is real are you and I. It was just in case you needed a break from the truth. I was willing to be your refuge. I could rest among the darkness when I am with you, no matter if you’ll be gone when the sun comes up. 

you loved me like it was routine
the kisses felt like chores
you held me out of necessity
and you touched me in familar steps

the i love yous were repetitive
and the good nights felt compelled
your eyes no longer looked at me whenever we collided
and your skin no longer electrified at my touch
the smiles you’ve been giving me were calculated
and the days when you loved me were on schedule

the only real thing that was out of the plan
and the only real thing that broke our little pattern
was the only real thing that i never thought twice on
it was deciding that i had to leave right then and there

If anyone ever dismisses you for being too sensitive, ask yourself this: who is more fragile?

The person who is brave enough to share when something hurts? Or the person who can not apologise or admit having caused pain?

Sensitivity, empathy, compassion, these are badass superpowers..

Your insecurities, self doubt, opening up issues, emotional block, and many more psychological problems go way back to highschool. When at the building stage of life, you once tried to open up to someone and they got all confused and ended up laughing at you. That other time someone made fun of your skin colour. When someone laughed at your physical deficiency i.e just being not that pretty?

Which isn’t even a deficiency in the first place!! but that’s where insecurity and self doubt was embedded in your mind. That’s exactly where you were born to be really anxious about yourself. Your confidence just shatters, and you’re never able to reach your full potential until you pick yourself up. But its not that easy as it seems.. so hey, please just be nice to each other. Being kind to each other through speech, is really effective and healing to people who are suffering..

Distance lends to longing
Nearness, by contrast, diminishes interest
It kills curiosity and breeds familiarity in its place
Mystery traded for certainty
Risk for security
The unknown for the known
The strange becomes the expected
The average
The normal
Once fascinating, now commonplace
Questions turned answers
The proximity of loveliness almost begs to be tarnished
The beloved and the forsaken
The cherished and the abandoned
The most precious yesterday
The least desired tomorrow
And today is somewhere between
Distance is love without depth
Nearness is depth without love

My stories soar me
Higher than life
I edit
Thread it
Under the knife

You know things are bad when you try typing something coherent, and poetry is all that can be clawed across the keys. Fractured minds break fingers across abused keyboards to create shattered words. There’s pain in those misshapen keystrokes. 

Deep down

Where light

And sound

Filter out

Deep

Deep down

Where shapes

And forms

Dissolve

Down

Deep down

Where nothing

Is the only

Something

Where

Deep down

Where nowhere

Is everywhere

at once

I

Deep down

Where lies

And secrets

Trade places

Keep

Deep down

Where mind

And body

Blur together

You

I’m writing now

But I know these words

And they sound as much a warning

As they do a whispered confession

I voice totally alone

Because

I’m not fluent enough

To make you understand

In a language neither of us speak

Or could really ever know

I’m writing now

But it’s not enough

Or maybe it’s far too much

Of something untranslatable

And laughably beyond my reach

Because

I’m not a casual anything

And nothing comes easy

In the ways I need them to

For you to be convinced to love me

I’m taking a long look

And a long draw

Of everything

I ever heard

Or saw

Of you

I’m catching up

And holding back

From choking

On this

Feeling

Of you

I’m forcing myself

And smiling

Through

I can’t make

Anything

Of you