Hopeless poet with a flare for getting hyper fixated on writing until my attention is taken elsewhere. 22 years of age and counting, and a lot more cheery than my poetry repertoire suggests. I don’t have a specific genre I stick to but there’s probably always going to be some invisible string that draws me back to poetry about mental health, broken homes and queer sexuality. It’s inevitable.
A burning cosmos imploding with an utterance of words, that like star dust, glazes fires over once-barren nights. Stars flicker out like dying eyes, that upon seeing the universe in abundance, lay witness to nothing as spectacular, as this, our same-sex supernova.
This Gone Too Long Phantom
You were in his flashing smile, his spit ridden explanations of his shortcut route home, and I found you in his smell, floating between whiskey and car air freshener, this stranger, who wore your every mannerism like an old fleece, who pulled up outside my maisonette and charged me £5.50 for the pleasure. But the pleasure was all mine you see as the journey home with this gone too long phantom was ever priceless, and far too short.
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On Sunday (29/08/2021)
From A Distance (29/08/2021)
Murder on the Playground (29/08/2021)
Racing Thoughts (29/08/2021)
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