Encompass my world
Of which holds my own being
Trapped in existence.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 5:33 AM UTC
The fire infused rose, that dances in the breeze.
It’s soft voice casting doubt on even the vastest,
With the strength of the oak, and the delicacy of petals,
It is no question the ferocity of dedication.
Loyalty of no bounds, sharpness of thorns.
Quake in the power of that mighty rose.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
Welcome! Welcome! You're at the Circus of Plat,
Come take my hand and never look back.
Let's raise our voices, our smiles and hands,
listen to the trumpets that play in the band.
Boys and girls, it's time for the tour.
Stay on the path to avoid the big cat's claws.
Ignore them sobs from far away,
they're just from the others who didn't play.
You see, here at Plat, we have some rules
Clear cut, dear cut, as rigid as jewels.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
As the sun shut its eyes on the world,
Something began to stir
A cough, a splutter, the stretching of ink limbs.
Their time to wake had come
Two intertwined dragons sat upon the arm,
leaning against their tribal plait
They resented their role, they hated their duty
Their meaning was forgotten
Kiwi turned to his English counterpart,
took a deep inhale of his pipe before starting...
"They force us to stay, Brother,
Why do they need us so?."
English observed Kiwi, a grim look of realization upon his jaw
He flicked his red tail and flew around the arm
Returning in a matter of seconds.
A constant in a constant change.
A united thought came to both,
they remembered the true reason why they were there
"We are a symbol. A memory. A focus.
They will always evolve, but we stay.”
With that memory in their mind,
they sat and watched the sun rise again
Knowing it would come, knowing it would go
Knowing they will always stay the same.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
In the sky with the birds, with the clouds and their kisses
The sunlight envelopes her in a kaleidoscope of hues.
Soaring, dancing, floating, swooping.
Freedom.
Bubbles in her chest, patterns of excitement on her face.
She is whole.
POP! And she comes crashing down,
With chains around her, until she fights and flies again.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
I promise I don’t hate you
Trust me it’s true
Though I’ll only talk to you once the month is through
I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being a *****
Except, once there’s a boy, you’ll be the one I ditch
Don’t take it to heart; I’ll be there when I need you
Anyway he's here, so hurry up and shoo!
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
Keep quiet. Silent. Listen to their breathing,
Will they wake happy, with their faces all daft?
Deep breaths, little snores, fast asleep, sleeping.
Clamber over a set of eight legs, careful no tripping
over. Soon they will see which fly is their gift.
Keep quiet. Silent. Listen to their breathing.
"Which is mine?" they spent the evening asking.
"You'll just have to wait and see", I laughed.
Deep breaths, little snores, fast asleep, sleeping.
On the edge of the web, fill each stocking
to the brim. Got to be quick and got to be swift.
Keep quiet. Silent. Listen to their breathing.
Soon they'll rise and the house will be clicking
with their pincers and not one unwrapped present left.
Deep breaths, little snores, fast asleep, sleeping.
Finish the Santa duty, time to start relaxing
ready for the morning when tensions have halved.
Keep quiet. Silent. Listen to their breathing.
Deep breaths, little snores, fast asleep, sleeping.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Sing for me, belt out the music,
and set fire to my soul.
Bring the warmth with you,
I need it for the winter of my mind.
Teach me to dance again,
to learn how I can battle with grace.
Show me that I’m strong enough,
when the blindfold covers my eyes.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Put me in the glass cupboard,
make sure you turn the key,
make me forbidden to all.
Forbidden to all, but you.
Pick and choose your visits.
Please, don’t worry about me.
My unmoving eyes light up,
each time that you return.
Pick up my limp body for
without you it doesn’t move.
Untangle my strings, dust me off.
I’m sorry for the mess.
Freuds wink, and self-assurance,
I’m your doll, and your play thing.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC