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The Space Between
We play music
To fill the silence
Between words we don’t say
Those we can’t
We pretend it’s okay
In the silent car
And I sing to the music
To cover old scars
The silence tears open
The memories unspoken
That left me broken
In this very car
The silence surrounds me
Just like that night
And it brings
All but delight
And makes me realise
I live in that space
It is my home
That I d...
Thursday 4th September 2025 11:43 am
Weaving Lines
In script, I chase elusive breath, emotions' subtle pleading,
Such words enfold, deceit swathed in a tender, soft misleading.
To paint the world through poet's lens, the rarest hues I borrow,
In stanzas sail, through mind's vast sea, where verses trade in sorrow.
A tinkerer of syllables, line by measured essence,
Might muse perceive a poet's form, shadowed in your presence?
We waltz beneat...
Friday 3rd May 2024 7:32 pm
juxtaposition
you look at me like i'm insane
i can't tell if i am
if I turned out to be psychotic
would I even be this self-aware?
i put on obnoxious amounts of chapstick
cotton candy or strawberry-flavored
it severely drys out my lips
but I know you'll think of me when you see it at the store
I always attempt to blow up my life
just because you left me again
you run ever...
Friday 22nd March 2024 2:02 pm
My body is just cells to you
Torment is
Our bodies together
Soft skin on soft skin
Entangled tightly
Spooning
Your breath heavy on my neck
A kiss goodnight on my back
My lips
start to relax
Warmth begins between my hips
Pulsating
Mind racing
My lips
start to drip
My desire
A scented aroma
Fantasies begin to play
Body begging to be played
A silent moan
A loud resentment
Don't let it feel good, ...
Tuesday 4th January 2022 1:29 pm
A Mess of Future Heathens
Seeing the shadow in vision
Getting feared of what the great poison
Hiding out back to the scratch
Tired of being what they're interpreted
To be looked up in the sun
To be puked in deep water run
To be lost in relief distance
I was fight,
But no lights were made
So where is is heading through wind?
Passing it off to be betrayed and seen
That soak tree's been relied on
As this volt i...
Monday 7th December 2020 5:02 pm
The beast
I have a beast within my head
He hews my heart I wish him dead
He turns my passions into pain
A mocking echo of loves refrain
He defiles my tender dreams
Turning whispers into screams
I fear to enter filled with dread
I have a beast within my head
I have a cold and lonely heart
T’was warm once till he did start
My passion leaked through every pore
Through rents inflicted by his wick...
Saturday 19th October 2019 8:59 am
Hide
It’s easy to give in to being depressed
To savour life’s taste and yet feel second best
To challenge yourself to win the prize
Only to find that it’s empty, worthless and composed of lies.
What’s the use of trying hard?
When others don’t and can still reach behind your guard
To juggle the balls and keep them in place
To use every bit of effort and find you weren’t even entered in the race.
...
Saturday 19th October 2019 8:48 am
Too Familiar
Today I woke with the all too familiar feelings again. Those never changing Feelings , except perhaps always only in depth. The Familiarity , like the type of stranger you've known all your life, rattles me every time .Each time it happens I feel something stirring deep inside me, a shift at the depths of my core. The slightest of movements almost like a wisp of air it silently flutters ,briefly ,...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 8:35 pm
Hedging Bets
"Um... (sigh)...I feel, and this is just how I feel, but sometimes it just seems that...and I don't know if this is more about me than you but...it just seems that... (clammy)...do you think that....it might.....we might....I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but I...uh, I...I may be way off the mark, you know....well, I hope you know....I wouldn't say anything if I didn't care....if I wasn't passion...
Tuesday 8th July 2014 11:09 pm
Served by the Slice
served by the slice
this body, cut through in the redesign for a different life,
whistles a frayed remembrance leaving naught but remnants
when falling for the suicidal hiatus of a tethered tale
in these days, of the child’s exultation, sing your song
as a lyrical dog chases damsons and damsels and the first and
furriest flavour the dustiest corpse of trees; dark...
Thursday 28th February 2013 10:53 pm
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