Not The Man You See Legs reddy brown from April sun April wind, and tangles of matted hair, he waits fr a train to somewhere warmer to walk and wander in sandals and shorts, everything and nothing round his waist and on his back. Another day passes with sneers not that he notices, not that… [Read More]
Poem: Remains
Remains It’s all embers now, all ash and breath and nothing else left. I mourn for memories I haven’t even lost as I fall to sleep in the growing grass little shoots making themselves known in the dirt and ruin at our feet, soon covered over and washed away waves roll in and out between… [Read More]
Poem: Heartbeats Are Simple But Powerful Things
Heartbeats Are Simple But Powerful Things At the end of the day we are three heartbeats settling into sleep in uneven rhythms. Hand over hand over heart it’s a simple synchronicity that lulls me to sleep and a certainty that you are there and we are here. Soon your movements will reverberate through but until… [Read More]
Spring Has Returned
Spring Has Returned Frozen eyes, harsh breaths all disintegrate under your spell. I have shivers and shakes still under my skin and I’ve been waiting four long months to have you warm me from the inside out. I’ve never known how to welcome to you properly, I’ve been a little broken since you left. Frozen… [Read More]
Poem: Appropriate Jealousy
When she’s kissed she’s alive, wanted and wanting and I am jealous. I am never alive not kissed, nor loved, not held. I am. This is all. Little comments that dig at my soul. Little kisses that inflate her ego. Rightly so. I am jealous. Right so. He is nothing. So I am neither. She… [Read More]
Pinpricks
Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn. We are desperate moths blind and lost, abandoned, Clear nights call to us, beckon us with a whisper, we can’t resist it the desperate pull. Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn, until we are turned away. Abandoned. r.l.w
Poem: Broken Little Bluebell
Tick tock tick broken little bluebell lying at the bottom of the stairwell. Stems are cracked and leaves are torn broken little bluebell oh the bruises you adorn. Time passes slowly not to be found broken little bluebell don’t make a sound. Plucked from existence and dropped into the den broken little bluebell pick yourself… [Read More]
Poem: Space
She is counterpoint to my supernova, I am a brilliant point of light burnt out before my time and she is the only thing I am holding onto as I blaze through existence. She is my solar system. briefly I outshine her mere moments pass but she is my gravity and harmony and I deny… [Read More]
Lost Too Much
You say fall and I see jump I think I’ve lost too much. Seen too much and my imagination broken shattered into pieces after a long fall from a frightening height from which you jumped. A permanent change has come over me never the same now I see friends hanging instead of branches, I see… [Read More]
NaPoWriMo – Day 26
It’s not quite what I expected, the way she responds to me pushes me away and tells me that I am not for her. And I turn away and let her go but not without trying to reach out with my heartbreak. She doesn’t respond to it pressing forward or watching her go. She’s lost… [Read More]
