Poetry Blogs (physical)
Nicola Beckett on Stay with me (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on Out of reach (3 hours ago)
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
- Or his -
- Or hers -
And I can breathe
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
Without a voice
I am left here in this world
to forever be silent.
Because as I try to speak,
my voice vanishes so quickly,
so that I'm left here unspoken
with no one to hear what I have to say.
And for someone to apprehend
my words I speak, with my unheard voice,
would be such a miracle I can't explain.
But even though I have no physical voice
I have a language of my own I write.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:40 am
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm