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UnhiddenArms overturned, inside-up,
blue veins all showing
Against my tanned skin,
my forearm is almost
a shock of white.
Like that small dollop of cream
on a macchiato
you stir in
with the rest of your coffee,
I too, tried to make this paleness
more like the rest of my painted,
I left it to roast in this painful sun,
hoping the skin would darken, harden,
hide the veins on my wrist
so that no one could follow
these secret threads
running so deep
they measure time by
desires my heart floods my body with.
it is a secret in plain sight.
And under these clothes
are places I know,
and only I know
how I am
blue veins all showing
up and down the length
And how this part of me
kept tucked by my side
so hidden, and
once so different
has more in common
with the rest of
than these parts that show.
It is time,
you understand as I do,
that this part of me
drumming upit is almost 3am
when my heart pumps louder
than when i first realised that
i loved you too.
i cannot decide for myself
whether these are signs of a
or if death has come
knocking once more.
a growing girlwhat do people know of my sadness
when they are intent on claiming that they have it worse
what do people know of my pursuit of happiness
when they are convinced i am out to forget them
what do people know of my new worlds
when they are preoccupied with never leaving the old
what do people know of my love for them
when they are starstruck gazing at my love for others?
what do people know of the way i grow
when they choose not to grow with me?
what do people know of me
when they believe i am not enough of what they want me to be?
this one is nothingi return home
to listen to that familiar creak of our door
no longer attached like clockwork
to your hand wiping sleep from your eyes.
tonight i find:
one cup left on the shelf by the door,
your hurried breakfast before a busy day
one damp towel by the shower,
your quick rinse,
a harried attempt
to shed yourself
and one ring left
by the table
on your side
of the bed
i lift it,
a clean partition of air
cleaving off empty space,
i’ve claimed as my own
a promise so valuable
it’s measured by digits
both paid for
and wearing it
a promise so promising
to force ourselves
into its bind,
a bind that proved to be
that you yearned
to breathe again
try to separate
promise from digit
to give me the space
in the slow
of when we stopped
living as one
and how long it took
to leave the other
Spoilt for choiceI learnt her name listening to you breathe while you sleep.
I held it in my hands, trying to create
the face that tried to erase you. You intently hold on
to every feeling,
lost love, memory.
The pain you choose to feel daily
so that one day you could tell your whole life,
as she is sitting in front of you,
that she will never be complete
and never complete you.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
StarsThe stars in the sky
Glow like fireflies
In the thin veil of the night
Pale glow to be seen
His brilliant beauty
Charm the gods
I can feel the chill on her shallow breath
And the color's draining from her youthful face
She's bleeding out, I tell you
In red, yellow, and orange
And there ain't a single thing we can do
She'll want to be buried just like her mother
Laid to rest in a simple white coffin
No roses set on her grave
It's not warming
But it's final
Even as the rest of the world
Collapses into her absence
Perhaps she knows
Perhaps she's always known
The MoonNight Sky Black as Pitch
Startling Diamond Moon
A Quilt of Stars and a Stitch
Morning Comes Too Soon
A Cheshire Smile in The Sky
Clever Grin To See
A Wispy Cloud Shields My Eye
And Takes Takes The Moon From Me.
The ViodThe darkness is surrounding me.
Looking left and right is this dark depth of nothing.
I am not sure where to go because all i see is black.
Getting confuse just walking and maybe even in place.
I hope this is a dream, because i don't want to live here anymore.
Continue to just seeing all but nothing, and getting scared inside.
Just waiting to explode and scream out my inner demons.
Saying that this isn't so.
I don't want this to be my end.
Wondering and wondering to no avail.
Going more insane by the minute.
Trying to look deep inside me.
Hoping and striving for a light or a way out.
Starting to wonder more and more if their even is a way out.
But this walking doesn't do any good.
So i sit and wait, while my madness take over.
Nothing to see out here but on the inside.
Thinking about what i must have done wrong in order to escape.
While also thinking that their must be a light that will spark and shine the way out.
This can't be the end, so i guess i just have to look forwa
The WatcherI lay here,I lay there
I want to cry
but I can't shed a tear
When did this all happen?
I run and hide,
no hugs for me, please
I'm soft, but rigged
Voices anger at me,
but not for me
I am loved,
They wish to be me
free and wild
But all I do is
I don't speak
for I can't speak
waiting for a hand
I am just a cat
RainLooking into the sky,
I watch every tear fall
ever so slightly from the heavens.
"Why are you sad?"
The sky answers with a thunderous boom.
The sun hides away,
almost as if it were afraid of the sky.
It's so cold.
I stand in the rain,
in wait for the sun to come out again.
In the meantime though,
I let the tiny drops of ice
shatter on my bare skin.
Warmth no longer exists.
where has the light gone?once
the moon lived on earth
till she gathered her things
and left for the sky
her back to the earth
she was whole again
but they asked
where has the light gone?
with a smile
she turns to face them
rises and waits
no one comes.
sinks slowly towards them again
as close as possible
but still no one even glances
for no one
till she slowly turns away
withdraws into herself again
and they ask,
where has the light gone?
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