Wanting to put blade to paper and rip open something red, Tearing up a pillar of cream, watching the Crimson silk ripple across the sheets, Inhale the vanilla honey sweat salt iron- this hurt tastes so sweet Coppery like bloody dreams- nightmares Singing in screams - plump mouth gasping for nirvana, arms grappling for hell … Continue reading Roxanne
Drifting through space, thoughts on the wind, memories fluttering across the mind Never settling on the petals of gyri, like restless butterflies – hovering over the wrinkles of corpus-callosum grey skies Existentialism spills existence all over my brain – but the windows of solipsism confines the flood to my head Only scepticism, leaking out … Continue reading Cogito Ergo Sum
Left out in the rain, drops falling down, our shiny chains Shimmering against the morning sun, the sweet adventure was calling us Together We went rocky-mountain climbing and deep sea-water diving With you But now we’re just sat round the back – of your house Forgotten us Relics collecting dust – A tender history said … Continue reading A Tender History In Rust
Aching for the your scent; vanilla after rain, Searching for your warmth in an empty bed again But I’m cold now Clutching at pillows trying to pretend that it's you – it isn’t though Bathing alone feels strange now and it’s quiet too To tell the truth I just really miss you.
Moments like this? Pressing our smiles together in the warmth- Or searching for nirvana under the sheets, Sweeping me up and running away in peals of laughter, Listening to the same song as we dance down the street, Or watching ‘our’ show curled up against you- Falling asleep in your arms to the sound of … Continue reading ‘Write about happy things, about moments like this.’
I’m alone but not lonely, Drifting between days and dreams, In which I’m being haunted by a feeling- a darkness Seeping into the cracks of my life, Ominous tendrils dripping doubt onto my brain. Why do I feel so uneasy? Nauseous and nervous but I’m calm, this is collected I’m confused. When I’m there we’re … Continue reading Alone But Not Lonely
Black and white, lining up along the curvature of my brain, Photographs in grey and blue fluttering between breaths- Opening up the door to recollection, just to peek at one present, Nostalgia settling on my tongue… he tastes like vanilla and rain and skin. Settling on my hands and between our fingers- warm like shared … Continue reading Memories Fall like Dominos
God is in the rain. Not in the ethereal religious connotation of the phrase, but the feeling of it is accurate enough. I always feel my most spiritual when after a long dry spout we have a day of pouring, hair-soaking, shoe-ruining rain. I sit by the radiator underneath my bay windows, open them and … Continue reading Thoughts On The Rain