Taking a step back to look at things
isn’t always enough;
steps are small, shuffles on pavement,
scuffed shoes moved inches -
they only look a bit smaller.
When hearts skip beats like bass drums
a step is not enough;
but what’s the difference between
stepping back
and
walking away?
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
she only smokes when it's rained;
too anxious to drop ashes on dry ground
like the world will burn up behind her.
charcoal footprints follow
the cloud of smoke that is her body -
roaring fire tongue that spits embers
to sizzle in puddles.
flame-ridden girl too afraid of herself
so she smothers her words until they're ash
flicked from a cigarette.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
The other day
we strung up fairy lights for New Year's,
popped prosecco because we're too cheap for champagne,
kissed under confetti with glitter on our lips.
It's been grey since then,
the after party is never as good as the real thing.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
"One is the loneliest number,"
but I like being alone - sometimes.
I don't like being home alone,
too jumpy for complete solitude,
would prefer to spend time with someone
when we're in separate rooms because
distant sounds of life are more comforting
than no sounds at all.
Music is good at filling in the gaps,
it twists up the stairs and under doors
until the house bursts (into song).
It's like colours for your ears,
not quite your housemate coughing downstairs,
but it fits in with being alone
being alone fits in with music
being alone doesn't fit in with people.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
after brushing,
i put my fingers on each tooth
and try to move them one by one.
maybe, i think, i'm going through
childhood once again
in order to re-learn myself,
and the constant headaches just mean
that my new personality is teething.
i think about seeing myself shrink back
and become what i am in my head --
a scared child,
lost in a supermarket,
too-bright lights high in the air
making it feel like a hospital room,
reverting me back to my initial state.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
two litre bottles of wine,
one bottle of port
two high juices
and christmas crackers.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
what the hell would i be without you? honestly,
i can’t see an image of myself existing
unless you’re in the picture.
i wonder if this is what it feels like
to have a soulmate,
the sensation of giving yourself
to someone wholeheartedly,
and to have every little thing reciprocated.
it’s a very fulfilling feeling, really,
being so infatuated
that nothing seems scary anymore.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
to myself,
i don't know what the purpose of this is,
but you need to stop drinking straight whiskey
just because the burn in your throat reminds you that
you are not a machine,
built to follow the guidelines of a "perfect life",
but you are alive.
if you want to feel something,
tell your mum you love her,
walk with no destination,
or laugh and live.
just don't buy whiskey next time.
from,
chloe.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
i never realised
that i liked the taste until
this got a lot worse.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
when you're amidst a hoard
of bad days,
it's easy to only see the things
that go wrong.
but looking back, in ten, twenty
even fifty
years, the bad days
are like clouds
with the good ones
shining through.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC