Saturday, 1 November 2014

Rhetorical.

If the moon fell out of your sky, would you notice?
Would it depart with a theatrical bang,
a thousand pieces of rock thrown about in disarray?
Or might it plummet recklessly into the sun,
burning itself out in one glorious solar flare?
Or perhaps it would just slip quietly away,
so that when you look up one night,
you are left wondering how your sky
could feel so devoid of light?

Friday, 31 October 2014

Tantrum

Do you know what? I fucking well give up. That’s what.
I want to hold my breath until I turn blue and scream until I’m sick.
I want to kick at things and run in circles, yelling bad words.
I want to spit my food, and smash the china.
I want to tear up stuff and throw me on the floor.
I want to curl up small and wait for comfort.
I want to be lifted up and hushed.
I want to be small again.
I want to feel
safe.

Platitude

When life gives you lemons, throw them at the fuckers telling you to make lemonade.
Then tell them, everything happens for a reason.

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Remember

I don’t want to be what you want, if who I am is not it.

Monday, 5 May 2014

A kind of feeling.

I want can’t eat, can’t drink love.
I want think of you when I fall asleep and as I wake love.
I want save up the silly things just to share my days love.
I want show you all the inspirations I hold most dear love.
I want tell you the best and the worst of me and see it all accepted love.
I want lying in grass staring at the sky and seeing it all anew love.
I want laughter when it’s dark and us against the world love.
I want eyes open, heart full, mind ever growing love.
I want never let me settle, always hold me safe love.
I want be the best I can be just as a gift to you love.

But more than any of this,
I want it all for you, love.

Saturday, 15 March 2014

.

Like a sound waiting to resonate in the waves of its echo, trust is incomplete until it feels itself reflected.

Sheshell.

She whispers longingly of the sea.
Of crashing waves and distant tides.
Caught in the shallows, sighing for the deep.
Hollow darkness yearning to find a way home.
A sheshell is the Siren's call.
Close your ears lest you drown in her tale.