Three lively birds I spot in the tree,
bouncing from branch to branch,
chirping gleefully.
Sat on my own perch in my yard,
curious to their little lives,
I observe them through damp lashes.
How is their life different from mine?
Do they feel as worn as I, or
are they hopeful, happy, content?
Without an answer or theory,
I return, depleted, back to bed.
When all hope seemed lost
and the birds flew away,
two strangers appear at my door to knock.
Dressed in their Sunday best,
they stood in wait, calm and polite,
and asked me the same question
I'd been wondering about life.
"Do you think life can be enjoyed forever?"
The question they posed.
I say no, thinking of three birds of a feather.
They preach the words of a god I do not know,
the irony unmissable. Still, politely, I engage,
but ultimately turn to let them go.
Wind chimes on the porch
don't sing anymore,
not because they can't,
but there is no breeze for them to sing for.
Standing isolated in my home,
with tears in my eyes,
it's so strange that three birds and two strangers
intersected at the crossroads of mine.
Maybe I'm not so alone in this life.
For a moment the wind blows,
and the chimes sing their song
to three birds and two strangers,
before the wind moves on.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC
The thoughts were so unkind, they carved a cave deep in my mind,
So I walked, one foot in front of the other until 30 kms away I was from another,
And I woke the next day the thoughts still inescapable, I had to do it again;
Another 30 k’s
Another stabbing pain
In my chest that I cannot escape
Another heartbreak
Coping mechanisms failing, and new ones prevailing
Autopilot mode set for surviving, speeding forward but I’m not driving
Swinging hands at my sides so they don’t swing bats or end lives
My legs don’t falter because to get through there is no other way
My mind shatters and is left behind as I trudge forward passing time
Breaking can be so familiar,
Sounding out like music in the mind
Dancing is the feet that
Move me out of
Mine.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
I fell in love over a punnet of tomatoes
The same tomatoes he hates and removes
From every pub burger rather than
Inconvenience the kitchen by
Ordering without tomatoes.
Ripe and red they’d been recently purchased
Unopened, untouched in his fridge
But he bought them to have there
Because I took his tomatoes
When he didn’t want them.
I don’t know love well; maybe not at all
But those tomatoes, that man who
Had them on hand just in case
I think love should feel that way
Like someone who cares enough to know
You love tomatoes
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
I knew life had a sense of humour
it sent me a man;
tall, broad, convincing
who came
for my spoons,
my tuna cans
I mistook the spark
for something sacred
but it was just a lighter
in his hands
and the warmth I held onto
was only ever
residue
from his Friday night plans
I sure am glad
life gave me
such
a man.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
Smears etched into the asphalt
oil, or more likely blood.
Dragged in a long dark streak
across the road like pooling mud.
Black tar torn from the surface
where someone braked too hard,
a reminder how quickly
time can pull its card.
Belongings scattered in silence
lip gloss still half full.
Its owner will never return
to gather what the road stole.
A single shoe lies nearby,
one that will not be worn again,
resting beside twisted metal
where a life once had been.
Photos mark the roadside now
for passing cars and quiet prayers.
A small wooden cross stands watch
to show that someone’s memory lives there.
Favourite things are left beside it
flowers, notes, a child's toy.
Small pieces of a life once lived
that the road could not destroy
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
Pills no longer lace your words with kindness, I’m left fighting for you against demons you created.
You ask me for empathy.
But I can’t pretend
Watching you **** yourself
Isn’t also slowly
Killing me.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
What do you think of
when you think of
methamphetamine?
Me? I think of..
Well,
I guess,
When I think of ****
I think of
Pain and suffering,
sickness, illness,
fear, and injury
And the man
In my home every night
Who waits for me
Cooking a healthy
nourishing dinner
That we both will eat
And waiting
To express
His love for me.
I think of
Abuse and hurt
And lies and deceit,
Lies that I retell
to my
friends and family.
I think of
Him and me;
A future that is
lost to robbery.
I think of
Staying or going,
Giving up hope
Never knowing
I think of
Empathy
How hard
This is for him.
Not just me.
I think of
The gentle soul
He possesses
And if his love is
Another lesson.
I think of
Losing,
Losing hope
Love and trust
And the man
I love so much.
Not fully here,
Not fully lost.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC
Meat that looks delicious
Has your mouth salivating, even.
Thinking of all the different ways
You could prepare it to be served.
Until you realise, that cow
Is not being raised for slaughter.
Then, where is your hunger?
The cow, no longer beautiful,
Just a useless animal
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
So I lay down once more
It’s 2:10 in the morning
I wish it was the devil calling
And not my mind falling
Into thoughts of you
What you might be doing
When did I become her again
I can’t pin point it
I promised myself
This
Wouldn’t
Happen
And it’s happening
Again
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC