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
ive been invited to a party this saturday.
i think i will go,
i think i will get as drunk as i can.
to feel the painful crushing weight of the sunday hangover.
im going to act as if i am in a french film.
i will tell each person a different lie,
tell them something i've made up about myself.
these people dont know me.
dont know me at all.
but whats more lik...
Thursday 2nd June 2022 11:09 pm
when i see the girls who match my soft body,
when i see them wear the skirts, the tshirts, you know the ones.
well when i see them, i feel as though i must reach through to the other side
of the screen that seperates and give them a star shaped sticker.
the stickers that, while they got their flowers, we coveted on our walls.
it's awkwardly awkward trying to explain this to anothe...
Sunday 29th May 2022 11:06 pm
who wants the teenage girl
sitting on her rustled bedsheets.
stained tshirt, stained tear tracks.
smiling, cooing and ooing at the people on the tv.
blushing when he kisses the girl she wants to be.
or when she sits alone in the cinema, grinning.
toothy smiles, outrageous laughs
too loud even for the rest.
seeing the best film in the world.
then another best film in the world.
Saturday 28th May 2022 10:34 pm
I read her mind
she's like a book
no chapter worth a second look
jailed on a page
brackets bar this printed cage
her musings pour
bound by rude glue
she rarely takes you anywhere new
she intends to
edit me out
I'm two two-dimensional; I cannot shout
fill the pages
to supplement her bulging wages
Tuesday 7th September 2021 10:42 am
Strong as a bear
You guide me
Never write alone as I write
There's a presence besides me
Helping me to be the best to express emotions deep inside me
I didn't believe in myself the way I do now
I didn't know you then as well as I do now
Your girls they miss you
I let them know you are around
The signs you leave me
The king you are crowned
Me I am the lucky...
Friday 20th August 2021 1:58 am
People haven’t always
been there for me,
but the muse always has.
Lighting my path,
the one making life fun.
Makes sure suffering is not in vain,
dances with me in the rain,
stays beside me come what may.
I return the favor by making
my muse’s words known.
Spreading love as we go.
Sunday 26th July 2020 10:29 pm
Death May Be The King Of Terrors
Each brush stroke of a word painter
Smeared bloody crimson red
Seen through eyes that recognise
The things that can’t be touched
Behind accumulated layers of gore
Where shadows are the surface
What is felt is hidden behind
What is seen
So your mind fills in the gaps
gives corporeality to the phantom
even as the scalpel ni...
Tuesday 14th April 2020 2:16 pm
I want to tell you how incredibly
imaginative, creative, talented
I think you are with your poetry,
writing, music, art...
but I hesitate to expose our
ignite impostor syndrome...
all live wires
that threaten to electrocute
our fragile muse
of a numbed,
So, instead of shouting...
Wednesday 5th February 2020 3:15 am
Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those emp...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:33 pm
First, from nothing scarce.
From the significance in first tormenting light after leaving the dark.
I wanted to mention how love saved certain severances...The blood and clay…soul molded and punctured body of constellations…
How we break free.
How my star falls tonight.
Into the root. Into the wind to feel the soil again. Like his hands wavering the beginnings of sun and s...
Thursday 18th July 2019 6:52 pm
Dark birds hover around the wounds of the mystic. They are thirsty.
I am forrayed emitting light. Swashbuckling my shadow. Descending. Invisible ethereal mist...
The fog attributed to the charm of strangers. Colors harbor the noisy cloud of confessionals.
I feel the foam of ruins. Mirrors with cracked edges. Silhouettes...
Doors sunken within eyes. Sunny shoveled graves. Hollowed out e...
Monday 1st July 2019 11:11 pm
I want to confess that the last minute is the bell tapered within his hands.
That single gesture of ominous struggle to wring out hazards and corridors. Rusted knobs like knuckles.
Eyelash fringe of frosted root. Cold clemency. Integrous beasts. We are jailed flutter. Inside. Within…
We free one another together.
I search for the maze of divine intervention and wings.
Monday 1st July 2019 10:30 pm
They frame me in the milestones. Something like an unkempt garden. I am half naked in blizzards of truth. Temperamental hands unclothe me...
Because you love me whispers from adversaries blow at our threads. The nature of their beasts forget the importance of their Mothers...Of women. Umbilical iridescence floats away. Kites like thoughts lose strings...
Monday 1st July 2019 10:24 pm
A shadow drawing across my notebook
a guiding hand for my uncertain pen
another mind thinking my thoughts
the ghost writer begins to take over.
Words from a different realm
sentences flowing from beyond
aiding me with my creative void
the ghost writer is taking over.
Holding my unsteady hand
boldly streams of words do flow
happy am I with my expressive frien...
Sunday 17th February 2019 2:14 pm
echoes in the dark chasing us away..
echoes.. are still down there,
..there they are trying to hear our call,
call them to come around we are almost free, almost there,
..fallen angels on the ground..
on the ground..
broken needle in a hay ..
in a hay.
echoes .. forever and before,
..before we weren't the same in their e...
Sunday 20th January 2019 9:04 pm
Poetry is a
a lonely life
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
You’re not a writer yet,
until your work is more than just some poems.
You’re not a writer yet,
so don’t forget you must keeping going.
You’re not a writer yet
because you ‘might’ by the writing bug have been bitten.
You’re not a writer yet,
if getting it right, means more than getting it written.
Tuesday 4th September 2018 10:39 am
All these new things,
Time passes through me like a breeze -
But the hours feel like eternity.
These cigarettes hurt me,
But I can still breathe -
My heart skipping beats -
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:19 pm
I had that dream again...
You and me dancing on some random beach.
I felt your hands on my thighs,
moving me gently with your warm eyes.
You were looking at me like if it was the first time,
the first time of holding me with your warm hands.
I remember it clearly now.
My head was resting on your chest,
I know you were smelling my hair and
playing with it just like y...
Thursday 24th August 2017 3:31 am
There was once a man,
charming in the flesh
He fell in love with a woman,
who he described her as a universe with the brightest stars.
She was his dream,
a dream that came close with his reality.
There was once a man,
bewitched with all.
He dare not speak,
for not to ruin all.
He cared for his beloved,
as if she was the heart of it all.
Until he met his dem...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:30 am
“The pen is mightier
Than the sword”
To your enemies
Were every of
Your acerbic satire, also
Bitter-truth packed word.
His pen we ill afford
Nor could we
Fight him back
Word for word.
Strike him down
With a sword
About his whereabouts
Effacing a word!” they said
As a writer Baalu
Monday 12th June 2017 1:25 pm
There's a garden inside of me.
It grows through my lungs
with roses and daisies.
It grows with my soul when it's touch by another.
Though it rains, though time it collapses
It's still there, growing roses and daisies.
With warmth and kindness, it's always there,
though storms pass and go.
It will always be there, my garden inside of me.
With the roses and daisies of my life within me.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:50 pm
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
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Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
I am not a great writer
But in my writing I can be great.
You only go around once
in this life.
In my writing I have visited
Haunted houses, been greeted
by my long gone Father, and
even been to space.
I am not a great writer,
but my Family supports
and encourages me.
So, Yes I am a great...
Saturday 4th April 2015 8:12 pm
Despite the never ending wonders
and the darkness it brings.
Life and nature itslef
brings a beauty so rare
that makes moments in life so specail.
And if we take a moment to stop
and really see with our eyes
we'll find something so breathtaking
that no play on words could even describe
the beauty that you and I seek.
That only a writer
could capture natures beauty
and just one wron...
Friday 24th October 2014 4:49 am
Everyone's a writer
Poet, playwright, scripted scrawler
5am, cigarette, red wine bawler
Everyone's a writer
It's the craze or just a phase
I don't know
But it seems knee deep in the linen of our lives
And the answer to any creative
without a clue
who doesn't know what to do
Or who rides the wave
in a depndent haze
of the ones who script our days
when they ha...
Tuesday 8th July 2014 2:10 pm
The Trade Name.
When the green fairy
kisses my lips
with sweet anise,
I take the grand wormwood path
just for jolly, wouldn’t you?
to mask her breath
to mothers ruin.
The gas-lit fog
cloaks the backstreet
Pastry faced women,
Monday 11th March 2013 2:37 pm
I fade away to nothing because you're not here. I know you exist. You're my contemporary who achieved great things. My twin flame. I want to steal you from your boyfriend by winning your heart and seducing you with my poetry. I know your language and will capture you, no matter what karma. Naomi stole David and they built something together. Trish and I will do the same. Her song...
Thursday 2nd February 2012 3:50 am