You said something
and something somehow
broke.
Words bruised me weak
and so I stepped
aside.
I fold into myself
abandoning you
softly.
And yet, you remain.
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Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Fazed
I am sorry,
I am slipping
Do not take my silence
Correction: Do not take my silence amiss
Do not take anything for granted
Do not mind me
as your eyes fuse
with the desert sun
far away.
Winter has come
with a vengeance,
freezing my laughter.
The blizzard has turned me brittle
and I write myself out
till I go blank
beneath the black sky.
I am slipping
Do not take my silence
Correction: Do not take my silence amiss
Do not take anything for granted
Do not mind me
as your eyes fuse
with the desert sun
far away.
Winter has come
with a vengeance,
freezing my laughter.
The blizzard has turned me brittle
and I write myself out
till I go blank
beneath the black sky.
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Sadness
Monday, 26 September 2011
Husk
A mouth
twisted by pain
curls around its lies,
cut lips bleed
reassurance.
Experience
shutters the iris
with wit,
keeping in
the shadows.
Chitinous propriety
holds the frame.
Inner flame sunk
onto itself,
growing cold.
twisted by pain
curls around its lies,
cut lips bleed
reassurance.
Experience
shutters the iris
with wit,
keeping in
the shadows.
Chitinous propriety
holds the frame.
Inner flame sunk
onto itself,
growing cold.
Labels:
Literature,
Poem,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
Sadness
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Realistically...
Masked
vulnerability
lightly dances
round the truth
and grimly closed
minds and eyes
laugh at romance
as cowardly pragmatism
hides behind
impracticalities.
Only now and then
a cruel spasm.
vulnerability
lightly dances
round the truth
and grimly closed
minds and eyes
laugh at romance
as cowardly pragmatism
hides behind
impracticalities.
Only now and then
a cruel spasm.
Labels:
Friendship,
Literature,
Love,
Poem,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
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Saturday, 17 September 2011
Inside
Hot tears stab
paper eyelids
and slash them
into tatters -
acrid avantgarde
heralding
the conflagration
in her ribcage prison.
An inmate torn
by unheard screams
breaks open
in agony
beneath her own smiles.
Hopes congeal
in the blue depths
of glacier shadows.
paper eyelids
and slash them
into tatters -
acrid avantgarde
heralding
the conflagration
in her ribcage prison.
An inmate torn
by unheard screams
breaks open
in agony
beneath her own smiles.
Hopes congeal
in the blue depths
of glacier shadows.
Labels:
Literature,
Poem,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
Sadness
Thursday, 17 March 2011
London NW2
Multiple cracks
in the suburban pavement
cross my path
with forlorn irregularity.
Hidden behind
bland facades
hunkers the reality
of jumbled lives.
Exotic fish caught
in a common bowl,
living in castles
marked by ruin.
in the suburban pavement
cross my path
with forlorn irregularity.
Hidden behind
bland facades
hunkers the reality
of jumbled lives.
Exotic fish caught
in a common bowl,
living in castles
marked by ruin.
Labels:
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Suburban,
Suburbs,
Town
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Like The Sun
Words hit my ear
like sunlight
on a forest path -
a smattering
of warmth
that dances
with the wind.
I listen quietly,
still as a
basking snake -
coiled warily
under the heat
of a yellow,
indifferent sun.
I turn toward you
like a sunflower
to the sun -
the movement
thoughtless,
instinctive,
helpless.
You are like
sunlight and
I am the earth -
it takes but
a cloud to
hold off
your warmth.
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like sunlight
on a forest path -
a smattering
of warmth
that dances
with the wind.
I listen quietly,
still as a
basking snake -
coiled warily
under the heat
of a yellow,
indifferent sun.
I turn toward you
like a sunflower
to the sun -
the movement
thoughtless,
instinctive,
helpless.
You are like
sunlight and
I am the earth -
it takes but
a cloud to
hold off
your warmth.
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