Social media gives every Tom, **** and Harry their five minutes of fame within the confines of an add comment box.
Jovial conversing soon turns sour with the input of a keyboard warrior friend of a friend.
I don't do fat girls.
Meant in jest or to offend, no matter the reasoning, this earring wearing stranger, touched a nerve, a past, my past.
Snidey comments, moments of horror and dispair, that seemingly had disappeared, in that moment haunt me.
I'm the victim again, disgusted by own flesh and gluttony, pulling layer upon layer of darkness upon myself to cover up the rolls.
Shaken from my recollection, i hear the ringing of compliments within my ears, the eyes of a loved ones gazing upon my naked flesh in awe, at its beauty, I smile.
We've come far, this body and I, and although it may not be everyone's cup of tea, it'll do for me, and that's all that matters.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
Held close to the breast of their surrogate mother
Lush green meadows of her rolling countryside upon their soft cheeks
Their hunger fed by the neverending food of the land
The rhythmic waves of the oceans gently rocking them to sleep
The song of 1million birds, lullabies to their beautiful ears
Soothing their cries as they watch the stars come out, nature's night lights
Upon the stars I gaze at night
Tears running down my face
As I search for a mere glimpse of you
My children of the night
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
I awake from dreams of you
Thinking of nothing but
Functioning hard, my brain focused on desire
It's only just morning and its there
But I will have to wait
The need gets more intense
This more than want
I need to taste you
To feel you
To smell you
But I will have to wait
I check the clock
My heart leaps with joy, excitement overwhelming
Getting to you takes an age
Each minute like an hour
Hurry up I'm craving I feel like screaming
But I will have to wait
I have arrived and you are before me
I sigh deeply as I walk towards you
You smell delicious
Bet you taste even better
I have waited long enough
I need you
I speak 'one boneless banquet for one please with gravy and a full fat coke, no ice'
KFC
How I've missed you
You were so worth the wait
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
A tear escapes her icy blue eyes
It runs silently down her cheek
Nothing else gives her away
Her smile set on full beam,
Set within her porcelain face,
Her eyes wide and bright,
But this tear, escaping.
She does not motion to wipe it away
Her hands holding his loosely
She does not turn away from your gaze
You've seen it and she knows
Silence speaking volumes between lovers
The facade amongst companions
His face is white with fear
He cannot hide his emotions,
He is as white as the dress she is wearing
Her wedding dress,
Virginal apart from there
There,
Where the fabric has turned claret
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
I hate death
The slow menancing presence
Always there
Biding its time
Counting down the time for us all
Not letting us in on the big secret
Not even a hint
Just culling us when he deems our time has come
My beautiful Nan
She's given up
She's not fighting anymore
She's ready to be taken
She's awaiting her flight leaving
She's lost her lust for life
She doesn't see all that's beautiful
Just darkness and misery within her mind
Her time is coming
She's wishing it here
She would probably be excited if she could muster the strength
Like children wish for Christmas
We all know he's coming
Like an unwanted family member
Never invited but has to come
He will arrive when we least expect him
Sneak in and take her from under our noses
She will walk hand in hand with this well known stranger
Enter the house I call home
Like a thief and take my most precious possession
The ticking of the clock counting down her time
Counting down our time with her
Removing the batteries changes nothing
Every minute, a minute less
Wiping tears away, calling out 'Cup of Tea, Nan?'
Hoping she will answer
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Clock watch
Tap your foot impatiently
Waiting for it to come
Counting the minutes
Bored of counting the minutes
Bored of waiting
Bored of boredom
Day dreaming of escaping the monotony
The masses of uniformed clones
Wearing what they're told to by the media
Doing what they're told to do by society
Too scared to question
Living to work
Doing the same day in, day out
The train pulls in the platform
A little late as expected
Packed as expected
Silent as expected
Dead eyes staring out
A glimmer of hope extinguished in each one
Dreams gone but surely not completely forgotten
Run, run, run as fast as you can
Run from your boredom
Run for your life
Run to save your life
Be the colour in a greyscale world
Make the most of every minute
Do things that make you happy
Work to live
Live
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
She calls herself Ethel Du May if you were to ask
But it's not her name, not really,
Even she's not sure what it is anymore
Metal framed glasses with a wonky arm
Skin like crepe paper coated in a layer of polyfilla
With rouge a plenty upon her cheeks, her lips and teeth
Her petite frail frame drowning in gaudy colours and faux fur
Rows upon rows of beads wrapped tightly round her neck
Long pointed red talons, the only decoration upon her delicate fingers
Sitting at the bus stop awaiting the number 21 to town
The time, quarter past nine, she sits and waits
Pressing her menthol cigarette to her lips and tutting looking at her watch
A designer handbag placed upon her lap filled with secrets
Boiled sweets, an address book, anais anais perfume
A hip flask of sherry, metal handcuffs and a spare pair of knickers
She smiles at strangers, at no one, at memories
She's lived a life you only read about in storybooks
And poems
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
She knows the rules of this love game off by heart,
Contents within the cardboard box confines,
The plastic packaging keeping her safe and in place,
No enthusiastic shaking from the outside can dislodge a single item.
But inside,
Inside the box,
She causes mischief,
A misplaced piece substituted awkwardly,
A wrongly folded rule sheet,
A rip in a playing card,
A weighted dice,
A swear word scrawled,
Pieces in the wrong places.
Sabotaging for personal gain,
Disregarding temporarily the personal loss,
The thrill of naughtiness,
Disobeying the rules,
The knowing smile from both parties,
Push a little, push, push, stop,
Tidy up and put away,
A stern look,
A short sharp reminder,
No game playing the game states.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
A lonely singular flower stands
Inbetween one fully grown tree, luscious in colour, ripe in fruit and full of life
And one new sapling sprouting its first leaves in exploration, a whole journey ahead
The flower moves in the slightest breeze
Feel isolated
In all weathers
Insular
Alone
The trees whilst varying in their size have strength in numbers to weather the storms
They are solid to the core
They protect themselves
Their roots stretch far and wide and hold onto the flowers tiny roots
Their stature shades the flower from the harshness of all that is out there
They bathe in her strength and individuality
The flower adores how they make her feel safe and welcome
The flower is never alone
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
Your watch sits upon the table,
You sleep soundly as I twist and turn it within my hands,
Beautifully cold and hard,
Tick, tick, tick, tock
The workings within, a mystery,
Dissecting the mechanisms,
Pulling apart the cogs and miniscule screws,
Oil greased fingers clumsy as I study each part,
With a microscope and a squint,
Seeking an affirmation from the metal shell within,
Making small encouraging noises purely for effect,
My simple mind,
Your complexities.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC