Monday, July 1, 2013

Familiarity








Sit with me awhile
Whilst the ducks carry on outside -
Let us remember love
As it was
In its resplendent youth -
The smooth curve
And swift flourish of it -
The newness -
Now as we sit awhile
Clothed in
Familiarity -

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Run

You
Not here
Restless longing
Run
To the edge of it
Alone
Bursting cold
Undress it
To the bone
Smother
The remains
Run
To the end of it
And find
That it is gone
Only you
Here whilst not
Home

Friday, October 21, 2011

the tree.


The tree breathes-
Slowly weeping winds of knowing.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

honey moon.


by a tree with a spoon
singing to the moon
as tears fall like honey
upon memories
where leaves that float
across tired rivers
catch on blue
weeping eyes
where ruby red glimmers
of soiled tattered rags
float like wings
on the pale faded
skin of a girl
in a mirror
who sings of the moon
to a tree
as the twilight
of her life
slowly fades
into the honey sky.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hello there everyone :)
I've made somewhat of a reappearance, for the time being at least. Hope you've all been well!

The eye is as soil-
The earth from which the world grows.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Inside a room.

Weird poem I had to write for english...
I remember
a time
when as
darkness came
the walls
seemed to
murmur
and the stars
didn't shine
inside a room
where
the walls
just like sand
became
insubstantial
and grew
hands
like the
trees
thats whispered
in the breeze
outside
the window
where inside
a room
thump,thump
a single heartbeat
stood alone
in a vast
darkness
where reality
faded into
insanity
as dreams slipped
into
reams of
webbed hands
against
screams
of the wild
inbetween
as the walls
closed in
and the
dark
suffocated
whimpers
were swallowed
by the hollowed
spaces of the
walls inside
a room
that grew
larger
into seas
warped and twisted
like burnt
trees
vast
unreaching
alone
in an echo
of unknown
where
eerie notes
crawled
like
spider's pincers
across
eyelashes
inside
a room
where as
darkness came
the walls
seemed
to mumur
and the
stars
didn't shine.

Monday, January 11, 2010

retreat.


Finding her mind
An unpleasant place
She retreats to
Where she will see nothing
Hear nothing
And feel nothing
Except the wind blowing
And the sea breathing
And the sun upon her face.