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lies
why is it that
everyone says how
things will get better?
And at first you won't believe them.
but then as soon as
you get your hopes up
it all goes down.
And you cry, because you believed them.
again here comes the hole
that eats you whole
And then you say you won't believe anymore.
you are me.
and i am you.
we are both
...
Thursday 30th May 2019 9:28 pm
Alien
‘At least your skin isn’t black’ as if that changes anything or makes it better.
I am still as foreign with my white skin. With my ‘funny sounding’ language,
in a country where people don’t understand the concept of knowing
different languages, where they know no other, except for their own.
One. And only.
Where I can’t spe...
Friday 10th May 2019 1:05 pm
Perfectly Perfect
Nothing.
Till I woke up
then you spoke up
screamingng in my head.
Losing that weight again
with words of encouragement
ignoring the ills of my mind
pushing me back to when "You looked so much better".
Look inside.
Whiplash.
Punches.
Ugly words.
Oh no sorry.
You don't want to know
you just want to see
Perfection.
Smile.
Laugh.
...Friday 3rd May 2019 4:05 am
Elegy to a plum tree
Preamble: it took the death of a friend to push me into at last trying free verse, and quite frankly it makes me nervous.
Decades proud
You were of this land long before the moving bone-bags appeared
claiming paper-thin possession.
Still, generous to a fault, you shared the profits of your growth.
I wonder how many generations you trained
in the art of pick-your-own?
Lips on g...
Sunday 7th April 2019 9:28 pm
Silly dove
Pecking and struggling,
movements so frantic.
One piece too taxing,
the other not worth it.
So hard work you pick
devoting all your strength
to the oh so desired bit
as it avoids your attempts.
Until finally,
exhaustion and discontent
are what you're left with.
Stupid thing.
Instead of practicing yourself in modesty,
choosing the more compatible.
Disappontedly, you spread y...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 9:46 pm
kill me.
Pain in my stomach, heart, mind,
stabs of a knife
I yearn for this piercing pain
I've lacked it far too long.
Ungrateful love:
Punch me, hurt me, kill me almost.
Almost.
so later
when the rain has ceased
a flower can bloom again
a new blossom
the same plant
Revive me, ungrateful love
Make me another
Kill me.
Friday 11th January 2019 11:07 pm
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