Poetry Blog by Alexandra Parapadakis
Tags from last 12 months
I've Been Wrung
Lick your fingers
Every last bit
Bend over
Take the hardest hit
Now, burn
And let me watch
Crumble
On the spot
Twist yourself in knots
I want the final drop
Then,
Become dust
Collapse and shed
Until the last sparkle
Of my Queens head
Is spent
Until the last glimmer
Of her glitter
Has bled
You belong to me
I own your soul
That is how
You line
Every pocket
With gold
Friday 18th September 2020 9:44 am
Who is the bully?
Yesterday, I cracked the whip
Over a poor man’s flesh
At his request
Yesterday, I dug my heels
Into the crotch of him
Because he asked
It hurt me to hurt him
But it would hurt him too
Had I refused
The thing about me
Is that I'm not
- Me, I mean -
I'm a chameleon,
Master of masks
Slipping on disguises
Like slipping on shirts
I am metamorphosis
Shapeshifter, am I
With wolf or doe ...
Thursday 10th September 2020 10:15 pm
The Man Who
Surely, not
The man who
Fits in,
Slips in,
Slides on,
Can be worn
Like the thorn,
Should it
Hurt?
Surely, not
The man who
Smiles with truth,
Holds your hand
The man who
Understands,
Who doesn't taste like sin
The man who
Walks lighter than falling pins,
Whose shape is vein thin,
Who fits in
The man who
Will slip in,
Who you can slip on,
Who can be worn,
See you wan
Mend yo...
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 2:21 pm
Reason to Stay
When sun comes against all odds
And the colours of life just pop
Or when the rain falls
It falls and falls
And you wet your lips
With piping hot tea
With warm biscuit
Savour the crumbs
Cosy and safe
In the arms of a jumper
The padding of the sofa,
Like a huge hug
Or when your face aches,
Your stomach vibrates
Because you are fighting to breathe
Through ...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 5:52 am
Anticlimactic
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
Miss this
Thing
I'm waiting for the pain
You...
Monday 3rd February 2020 1:43 pm
Afraid Of the Dark
How many times must I rinse off the moon
And unpeel the stars from my skin?
Have someone ask what were you drinking?
How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?
Try configuring keys into shining beacons?
I cannot see in the dark
Yes, blackouts steal my sight
But when finished,
I wake up feeling feverish
And fear ferments and festers
The night can be sticky
H...
Monday 13th January 2020 2:41 pm
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Alexandra Parapadakis on I've Been Wrung (1 day ago)
Graham Sherwood on I've Been Wrung (3 days ago)
Maria Elena on Who is the bully? (7 days ago)
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Alexandra Parapadakis on Who is the bully? (9 days ago)
Kevin T.S. Tan on Who is the bully? (12 days ago)
Graham Sherwood on Who is the bully? (12 days ago)
Emeka Collins on Outside of Herself (Mon, 3 Aug 2020 11:56 pm)
Graham Sherwood on Reason to Stay (Tue, 18 Feb 2020 10:43 am)
Alexandra Parapadakis on Anticlimactic (Fri, 14 Feb 2020 06:49 am)