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gracefully i perch on the edge of the bus seat,
so as to convey my feminine, my eyelashes.
each time the doors open my posture rushes to fix itself,
my fringe blown out by my hands running through it.
when i'm most worn out,
on the days when the world is dragging its feet,
when my joints tingle with pins and needles.
to look pretty on the edge of a bus seat is a fufillin...
Saturday 2nd July 2022 10:10 pm
There is a river that runs through me
But I can’t see its colours shine so brightly
I keep them all so confidential
And all of the breakdowns so existential
‘Going mental’, the mind’s so fragile
Can’t it be easy like it was when we were kids?
You grow up, some days stare into the abyss
But there is nothing like true happiness
You must hold on to happiness
Thursday 28th January 2021 12:19 pm
I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.
I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.
But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.
Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.
Today I'm ...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 3:18 pm
nails so immaculate
quiff by top coiffeur
works hours in gyms
voice a soothing purr
swims in hot cologne
really looked the part
nurtured in the mire
harbours a dirty heart
easy to smile and preen
glad-hand the unaware
suppress my defences
enticed me into his lair
had his way, I felt silly
cheated by this creep
trudged home deflated
Thursday 10th December 2020 10:54 am
Where have the words gone?
Emptied vocabulary I wonder!
I can’t frame a single praise…
Biscuits she offered me politely
I had only peanuts to exchange.
I looked a savage in my own eyes
And she, a harbinger of change.
No thoughts about her for days together
Although she is cynosure of my eyes,
My stillness added to the inner solitude
Yet couldn’t create the effect...
Wednesday 4th November 2020 12:20 pm
She appeared as her wings.
She showed the flames kept in it.
Her jeans, shorts or any of clothes,
Not just clothes, she showed her as a pearl hidden in the river.
She showed as the waves move in the sea.
She showed that it was a stone peace that was part of the mountains.
Well, it was a sweet poison, cha...
Friday 8th May 2020 10:48 am
I met a female
would I say
Tuesday 15th October 2019 2:10 am
the girl with the curves wishes she was thinner
the girl with narrow hips wishes her breasts were bigger
the girl with the acne wishes her skin was clear
the girl with clear skin wishes her freckles would disappear
the girl with intelligence wishes she was pretty
the girl with beauty wishes classes were easy
the girl with straight hair wishes it was curly
Monday 28th January 2019 6:19 pm
Her legs are like a motorway network
leading to know where
there’s been an accident
and everyone is pissed off
because it is going to take forever
to get home
and when you get to the end
there’s a crash
and everyone slows
Saturday 5th May 2018 10:40 pm
I am not a “thick badie”
And I am definitely not a snack for you to eat me
Also I am not your “average skinny bitch”
But I will tell, no, educate you on what I am really made of:
I am made of flesh, bones, nerves, muscle, blood, cells, hairs
And all of these things cannot be measured in terms of your huge unrealistic metaphors and excuses
I am blessed ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 6:49 am
Boys and girls
come out to play
but boys are more often led astray
From the moment of conception
the boys hand holds a weapon
pointing that willy
gradually learning to gauge the distance
and then with age comes the decision
to aim the weapon with more precision
and the years of practice at pointing this piece
plants seeds in his head
of disturbing the peace
Monday 4th April 2016 5:39 pm
when did we four last meet
with doctor martins on our feet
hubble, bubble trick or treat
kiss and tell arms to greet
looks that kill in a heartbeat
concrete steps as a seat
stir the cauldron feel the heat
cool as fuck neat neat neat
no surrender no retreat
angel faces so petite
whiplash smiles sugar sweet
weird sisters of the street
Inspired By: photograph by Ri...
Friday 17th October 2014 11:42 am
The history of the world part four
Welcome to the history of the world part four
Part one is everything else that’s gone before
Parts two and three are you and me
And together it’s a volume delivered free
Welcome to your deepest desires
Destroy them, crush them, consign them to the fires
Welcome to the history of the world part four
Available to anyon...
Saturday 11th February 2012 11:05 pm
She keeps her albums in a cardboard box and her singles are left on the floor.
Maybe she’s a girl that doesn’t care but then, she always brushes her hair.
Her bedroom is full of things in carrier bags and empty cardboard boxes.
There’s a bank statement on the side from nineteen eighty five under a TV guide.
In the hallway there’s junk mail and unopened letters and th...
Friday 10th February 2012 2:32 am
Out along a snow-flecked street,
Two giggling girls I chanced to meet;
In play that saw them free from care,
Their breath like smoke upon the air.
Face to face with hands locked fast
They jumped for joy as I walked past.
Bobbing to a silent rhyme,
Taking turns in perfect time.
I've said goodbye to sixty five,
But the youth within me came alive,
Monday 24th October 2011 3:26 pm