Lois Entwistle (Remove filter)
MBC
Pink walls, or is it off white?
Dark red
Green and cheap pine.
Quiet whispers from lips
that read computer screens
with eyes half shut.
Fingers tapping on keyboards
Then phones.
Until something beeps or rings
And they can contact the world again.
And whispers become words to drown out the radio,
Our fellow faceless hiding behind speakers
to keep u...
Wednesday 1st August 2012 11:13 pm
'Untitled'
Where a brain used to be.
It's whole lot of space
and it's troubling me.
At night it get's cold,
When there's nowhere to keep
The warm dreams of dancing,
And songs that bring sleep.
There's a space in my throat
Where a voice used to sing,
But I threw up the words,
And there's no more to bring.
Sunday 29th July 2012 4:36 pm
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