We held out ours hands at midnight Staying up long after the moon I never thought forever Would ever end so soon The Paper-cup conversations Of children come to pass But even then I should of known That nothing ever lasts. The summer always fades from spring And you can't expect the birds to sing … Continue reading When it’s time to let another good thing die
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Not Another Poem About Writing – “Writer”
Strip away my title Take off my name like clothes Not like a gentle lover - rip them off and make a show Tear me up like empty pages Spill my blood like ink Cast me off like unread books And let my image sink Pull down the idol you built up The picture in … Continue reading Not Another Poem About Writing – “Writer”
The Beach
A pink-blue horizon, a sky speckled with the softness of uncertain clouds, The waves gently crashing, and the ocean, calling with beckoning mouths The waters melt away the world, stripping bare all the day Holding my breath on all of the words you know I never needed you to say Hair wet and dripping, skin … Continue reading The Beach
Bottles
Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oh, look there's three under the seat! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Silly Mummy, there's four behind the door! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oops! There's five on the drive! Where did Mummy hide the bottles? Oh dear, there's six by the bricks! Where did Mummy hide … Continue reading Bottles
Why Don’t You Write Anymore?
I feel like sometimes I have these stories floating inside me, like worms trapped in my stomach eating at my insides. Parasites resting in my brain between the grey-pink folds of me. Most of the time I barely care, like an old oak being strangled by ivy, I hardly notice the infestation. I engulf myself … Continue reading Why Don’t You Write Anymore?
Someone Else’s Insecurities
am I too needy were you too mean do you not love me, now that I’m not so clean. not shiny and new holding second-hand truths don’t say that it’s me when its all about You. having I gotten familiar do my lips taste the same Are you thinking of her or have I gone … Continue reading Someone Else’s Insecurities
Another let down
Unchanging, unforgivable disgrace, a poorly executed human being. Another bad day. A biological mistake. Cold hearted bitch. She cares too much. Clingy, dependent. Empty Self-loathing, all-consuming. Another fucking letdown.
Why haven’t I written in so long?
Was I lost in thoughts so wild and large I’ve been chasing them down and collecting up jars - around the corners of my mind, was I wandering the earth in search of a dream that floated away in sleep, or was I looking for a perfect love, maybe, I was making new friends, meeting … Continue reading Why haven’t I written in so long?
People Watching Again
Watching the world through the eyes of strangers, a cold coffee in my left hand, my right stretches out. Grappling for their dreams, that like smoke on a breeze drift through my fingers, leaving a far-off burning smell to linger and soot to clean. I prefer coffee shops to galleries; I find the best art … Continue reading People Watching Again
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Blurring through days in the carriages of sleepless dreamers, Sitting in the backseat of a burning star, me and her, Looking out into the mists. I once wished - that I could fly, Now I’m drifting, on the ripples of old explosions I didn’t realise that I had missed- my chance to make a wave. … Continue reading untitled poem
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