Out past the blinking lights of electric existence, far beyond the polluted horizons- A single cry echoes across the clamouring earth. From the dirtied, used, ruined bellies of haggard mistakes falls an angel. Never has anything purer graced the soil upon which that miracle lays- For this glorious moment, all of human filth, destruction, hatred, … Continue reading Children Of Men
A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
My dear, how do I tell you I love you so that it rings truer than any other triplet of words you’ve heard? So that the sincerity, the profundity, of my honest convictions can permeate into the depths of your well-kept soul. This conundrum would deprive me of countless nights of summer night’s sleep during … Continue reading A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
Memories Fall like Dominos
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
Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Walking through wildflowers in spring, My throat red-raw from screaming your name. Walking in the footsteps of ghosts, Running my fingers across the bark that you touched. Echoes of us still swirl around in the wind, Or at least in skies in my mind. For each twig snapping, leaf moving, I turn around expecting you … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
A metaphor for life- The Train
Standing still on the platform, the train speeds past me in a blur of indiscernible colours- My eyes sting from the rushing air but I refuse to close them; am I stubborn or brave? People mill around the station, hurrying around, talking in a buzz, I pick out odd words of broken conversations- like trying … Continue reading A metaphor for life- The Train
Dark brown eyes open for the first time and wrinkled hands clutch her small body closely, weathered lips make empty promises. Small hands are desperately reaching out into the unknown, grappling at cold air because he left. No letters made of ink graced any page, no echoed voices rang through any phones, no old hands … Continue reading Empty
The Memories of Words
When you are in that moment it surrounds you with a clear brilliance, A clarity that’s so enriched with detail you could never remember it perfectly, But it’s so bright that you don’t believe that you could ever forget it. In that moment you can believe that you’re immortal, that it’s infinite- Your brain can’t … Continue reading The Memories of Words
Rolling over me like sun warmed waves on tropical beaches, an enveloping silence wraps around my brain. Protective. I dream of nothing, no thoughts, no sounds. For a while I don't even exist - removed from time and place - in my own internal restorative limbo. The indescribable feeling of being nothing consumes me and … Continue reading Goodnight.
His blistering, infectious fingers are wrapped so tightly around my veins they push clear salty blood out of my pores and through my eyes. It spills down my puffy cheeks, and I brush past you so I can hide somewhere alone, His tendrils reach out from inside me, forcing through bone and muscle. I hardly … Continue reading Depression
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