(1986 - Present) This is the only way I know to clean out my head.
I've been writing poetry since I was about 9. Never stopped. Never wanted to.
I've been writing poetry since I was about 9. Never stopped. Never wanted to.
My Old Moon by F White
...
You were always afraid
your heart filled with
ghosts.
But,
your back stayed
May 7
Night Runner by F White
...
Tail like a river
heart like a soldier
eyes like wet stone.
Sleep now, Easy.
May 7
A Kink For Janus by F White
...
Love is a whip
and life but
a flogged target
plump cheeks rosy with
regret
May 2
Outer Reach by F White
...
today I severed the kite string
so I could
instead,
tattoo it into my heart.
May 2
Soul Socks by F White
...
I see you in myself
in the way that your bones
are completely different and
the same as mine
Mar 5
Knowing When by F White
...
Once I held all
the balloon strings
of a few colours,
some shifted, popped
with the wind.
Jan 23
