If life was canvas then what would I paint? There would be silent blue waves filled with unseen dark hate There would be bright green and gold meadows with flowers to spare There would be bottomless pits filled with regrets and lost cares There would be an unfinished tunnel made from ropes with loose ends … Continue reading If life was a canvas – written for a competition in 2012
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Time
Time has a face and time has two hands Time can be water and time can be sand Time can pass quickly in the flash of an eye Time can pass slowly when you're waiting to die Time is everywhere, but it cannot be found Time is neither in the sky nor the ground Time … Continue reading Time
Jump
Breathe. Look. Peer, Breathe again. Step- Closer to the edge. Close your eyes: Shuffle forward... Do not look down, Take a peek, No. Breathe. Calm. Remember why, Step forward again Now jump-
Lost in words
I want to get lost in words not weeks, I want to drown in love not sleep, I want to dream of cloudless skies not debts I want to wake to see the sun rise not set- I want to dive into a crystal river not a sea of paper, I want to climb green … Continue reading Lost in words
Rush Hour Crush
Grey, bleak, skipping past tired faces, sweaty lips, creased brows White knuckles clutching yellow poles, chewed nails with broken paint fiddle with split ends Empty eyes stare desperately into phone screens, typing but never pressing send; there’s no signal down here We’re being pushed through time and space in the dark, under a million people’s … Continue reading Rush Hour Crush
Falling Rain at Dawn
The distant sound of gentle drums drift into my dreams, I flutter into consciousness, I tear myself from the comforting darkness clinging to my skin under the sheets I'm pulled into the waking world quickly. A deafening throb of hearts beating, blood pumping, lungs filling, lashes parting, reassures me. Cold air from the night still … Continue reading Falling Rain at Dawn
My Jar of Smoke
On my wooden table, there lies a jar of smoke. Dark grey tendrils curl and twist inside the glass. I look into my jar to reminisce and to remember- The days which have long since passed. I look into the heart of that ashen black unfurling cloud, To see my life, my loves, my fears … Continue reading My Jar of Smoke
The Bird
A bird is in her cage with shining new silver bars, At first she sang as she had not realised that she had been trapped, A prisoner of her vows. Now she has no voice, no house, no choice. Her strong wings have been clipped- And her wild ways tamed. Her once bright eyes now … Continue reading The Bird
The truth
Behind each smile I am breaking, Crumbling, flailing, falling, I am crying silently as I laugh, I am alone in the crowd, There is not enough air outside . The weight is crushing - it leaves bruises on my brain, Trying to hide this all inside my head, But I can't stop it overflowing onto … Continue reading The truth
Nothing
Your acrid breath swims across my soft neck, Scratching at my swollen cheek. Your stinging words drift like dust into my closed eyes, Catching in my clumped lashes- I cannot see Your fleshy hands crawl beneath my papery skin, Whilst cold violets bloom over broken veins. Your sweaty grip breaking brittle bones, Snapping ribs and … Continue reading Nothing
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