Sometimes I feel like,
your mind could live a life of its own.
Few like yours are left now.
If only I could take your brain from your skull and
draw out the knowledge and the wonder,
squeeze it with mine,
our multi-faceted intelligence meshed together like a badly made clay sculpture.
Like a library of what is.
Then I could keep you forever.
It's just that I needed to know more before you left.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
I feel as if I'm trapped in a room
full of things I can't see.
I squint and stare but can't make out
the shapes, the figure.
Something swirls between the shadows,
clear spirit like holographs of you watch
intently.
It makes no sense
I sleep then I ache
but I don't want you to ever leave me alone.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:41 PM UTC
How do I show you
what we’ve shared before,
but in this dazzling new light
that beams the buildings purple and the waves orange,
Those gentle pushes and playful wordplay,
All those mindless hours and miles of beach?
How do I tell you
I want us to be more than just
outlaws in these empty streets?
Is now a better time than ever?
Or has boredom kicked at the time we have just got back on our feet?
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
i had an affair with my last job
but her wife found out
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
1. chapped lips turn to cracked lips, teeth marks etched into the front bottom.
2. eyes sink with tiredness from racing late night thoughts
3. fingernails raw, short and painful
4. pain in your chest travels to your fingers much too quick
5. when you leave yourself - just for a minute or two but at that point, your body has decided this for you...
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
Caged bird set free
but what is she free from?
Security, protection and a helicopter that span above her head...just to make sure.
She’s free from a myriad of ‘where were you!’s and numerous raised words.
She’s free from a yellow orangey pink sunny kind of life.
Now the bubble’s popped.
She only has the yellow orangey pink of a sunset,
that’s where the problems really start.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
Tears of an unknown spirit patter on my head
Tears of a spirit lost in a world of twists and turns
Gush out of my eyes
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
What is it for?
All this turmoil, the inner battles
I have with myself each day to try to keep floating
What is it for?
And what is the point of floating anyway
If it causes these controls?
What is it for?
Do I even have to be what I am?
What they say I am?
What is it for?
All my life's work to be seen as a life wasted
Unsure and confused
About what it's all for.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
Eyes, those deep brown eyes
dance around
but stay calm, quiet, docile
as they meet mine.
Mouth like a child
your voice like a wave, it ripples across the room,
I can see the desert island and the palm trees.
Nose, ears, cheeks, jaw
carved by the Gods.
You amaze me
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
what do i do?
My technicolour bliss has turned black and white
those glowing hues have travelled four thousand miles across the north atlantic
A great big ocean drains my colour
secures the distance
All I want is to reach out and touch arms, touch hands, touch fingertips,
those sparks that zig-zag around
streaming rainbows in all forms of the word
Now, we're two souls in solitary.
not alone together, just alone
How can it be us against the world if we're on different sides of it?
I can't keep this distance.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC