Poetry Blogs (2016, burning)
M.C. Newberry on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (1 hour ago)
poemagraphic on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (4 hours ago)
John Coopey on WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) (5 hours ago)
All the goodbyes Ive never said
They haunt me, like some unfinished business.
Im always wondering who is away from me, that is not supposed to be.
Who did I cast away after prides were hurt?
Where are those who hesitantly walked away, while they looked back and noticed I wasnt following?
Oh, who are you kidding?
You give way too many chances.
With some, you...
Thursday 8th March 2018 12:30 pm
When you lit that cigarette
The bones of me shuddered,
The blood in me halted.
What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....
Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,
That my mouth lights fires,
That my tongue causes explosions
And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.
But this fire begins at you...
Sunday 28th February 2016 4:50 pm
Hoarsely screaming down the barrelled street
night digests the wails I birth
this urgent drive pumps wildly
from crotch through chest to cranium
tears me clean in half
in flames for your name tattooed upon my lungs
Why do you not see me here
burning like this
why do you choose not to see me
burning for you like this
Barely able to draw breath between
the overwhelming thud of my hear...
Thursday 30th April 2015 5:50 pm