Laying here, alone,
Listening to people I don't trust and
Making figures out of the darkness,
Ones who want to hurt me
I miss you
You make the blank black
Seem like an extra blanket,
Tucking me in for the night
The only sound,
Your breathing, shallow and fast
But soon deepens and slows
Pulling me into sleep
And yet alone,
My mind plays tricks on me
I think of the worst outcomes
Leaving a lump in my throat
I miss you.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Here in the cold,
With the empty silence in my heart,
The rest of the world rumbles on;
Dogs barking,
Lawn mowers running,
People thumping,
Cars roaring.
Yet I am alone.
Oh, how I wish,
To be able to turn over to you,
Even while you're still asleep;
Mouth open,
Deep breathing,
Face resting,
Body stilling.
Yet I am alone.
There are forces,
The ones that keep us apart,
But we will be together again;
Mouths touching,
Legs intertwining,
Hands moving,
Bodies calming.
I won't be alone.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
I see her,
Standing there with
The sun smiling behind,
Pushing through her hair
Like I have a thousand times.
The soft glow,
As everything fades
Away with the water and clouds.
She's all I see,
And all I would want.
She does not see,
Not the way I can
Where the flaws are flawless
Because what is raw
Is real.
I see her,
I hope she sees me.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
I am a feminist.
Does that mean I'm the
radical relentless woman determined
to ruin the rule of the man?
Or am I the sweet, soft lass
striving to impress my sweetheart,
because we all know that ‘confidence is ****
I am a feminist.
Even though my friends have told me
“I’ve never felt unequal to men”
And the raging facebook comments
on the history of how women are inferior
and men cannot be *****
Because their opinions cannot be right.
I am a feminist.
When I was 15 I thought I was wrong
for liking menswear, and still wearing skirts.
I was told that if you were assaulted
the culprit could never be caught
because their word speaks louder than yours.
I am a feminist.
When the UK statistics say
that nearly a quarter of men do not think consent is important
and thousands are sacked for just being pregnant.
We are bombarded
by the expectations of looking good
because now your eyebrows your greatest trait.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
There is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
Everything becomes predictable in its own unpredictable way.
It all begins at a point where something comes to an end.
Infinite memories are the only measures of our finite time here.
Dreams are the only weapons that we've got to fight the reality.
Everyone roams with a map, but no one knows the right route.
Whatever seems to be within our reach is still too far from us.
Yet, we write a new story each day, while someone else has already finished our lines for us.
There sure is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
The day begins, the sky stretched out,
The people quiet, the crows loud.
Every colour from red to blue
Is all I see out of my rear-view.
The sun is up, the world's awake,
Is the sky just a lake?
A single cloud is a whisper of
The start of summer being lay off.
The day is gone, the sun is down,
Dusk covers the sky and the ground.
Light is low, but still we see
The silhouettes of distant trees.
The moon arises, woken up
By the lack of sound that's been disrupt.
In the black of space, we still exist
Because all the time, we still persist.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
Why is the eye such a mystery to me
nowhere else can I peer
so far into a persons soul
that I feel like I'm drowning
It's as though that one feature
pulls me in so far
that I have to turn away
before I lose myself entirely
To let down that guard
and allow someone to see
everything that I am feeling
seems like the impossible task
Because inside of the eye
you can see all of me
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC