Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
16 hours ago
your fingertips are pulsing
from all that touchlessness
where do you leave your fingerprints
when no human skin is around?
your hands sniff touch
and they find you
tangled being, hanging plant
with your roots in the clouds
you touch yourself and discover
that you have human skin
below your mind's weeds
underneath you vegetal body
so you i...
Thursday 11th March 2021 4:55 pm
Who Am I? And where do I belong?
Where do I go right? Where did I go wrong?
Was it real or fake love I was shown all along?
Am I really that mentally tough & strong?
If I fail, Will I momentairly freeze or stay froze?
Will I dig up a pile of dirt in my back yard & find a bunch of diamonds & gold?
Or am I to die a failure, lonely, & old?
This the type of mindset the old me was ...
Tuesday 15th December 2020 6:44 am
Focused on piercing eyes, light hazel abyss
I reached down earnestly past orbiting hips
Fingers parting engorged velvety lips
To find within a now aching, sensitive tip.
Unprepared and panicked
Myself, I know not what to do with.
All consuming heat and fleeting chills
Dreams are becoming reality
Wednesday 23rd September 2020 10:30 pm
Kind and caring.
How I fall for this disarming lie
Capturing and setting adrift.
A mind so confused
Looking for a missing muse.
There was a sign
Didn’t you see?
A warning of note
But no, you let it free.
Heart so soft and bruised
She doesn’t need to be used
But…it’s her fault
She must bring it to a halt
Monday 17th February 2020 8:49 am
what used to hurt me
what used to scare me
what used to make me curl up on the floor
shaking to my very core
I am constantly afraid that one day
I will come face to face with my mistakes
a tableau of painful regrets and aches
the times I said I couldn’t when I could
the times I said I wouldn’t when I would
the past stil...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 11:23 pm
We sit, splintered against skin:
Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols
From untamed mouths; bodies
Perspiring pits, dropping brows,
Salting welted wounds;
Trying desperately to be brave,
Behave in ways we have always been seen,
Glean the truth of who we are,
What we’ve become,
What we do, what we’ve done;
Tuesday 16th September 2014 12:04 pm
Who am I?
Am I all my mashed up mishaps,
Looping, creping, paper chaining through?
Am I clogs of wallpaint stains in
Bedded lanes of devine daisy dew?
Am I rivets, ratchets, harsh lines,
Chiseled by stilettoed hue?
All these thoughts, feelings and instincts;
Which are true?
I sup the type of other mother tongues,
And still ask you....
Who am I?
Friday 11th July 2014 6:24 am
"Like peeling an onion" you said.
Over punched pins,
Threading maydays into cloth.
Fingers fumbling at loose seams,
Moth eaten, scrapped themes.
Now, all I am is an empty spool,
Someone's discarded thimble.
Try the pattern again.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:13 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm