From a window up high
I can hear the rain
Drumming down
Grey
Sloshing through streets and
Ruining leather shoes
Children scream in delight
And scatter
Running with their school bags or jackets
Up over their heads
Some not even bothering
No umbrellas
Revelling in their drenched clothes
Water dripping down their noses
And I think about how
It happens one day -
You start to step over puddles
Instead of jumping in them
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 12:31 AM UTC
Pale eyes
the Colour of November
Always shut
to the World around her
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Impermanence is tattooed on me
and
Saturday still tastes like tequila and
all the slow lazy kisses blur between boys
that won’t matter in five years anyway
Half a person and still a girl,
Everyday I think
I’m too young to be this age
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
I want to
Swallow the dusty, heat
From summers years ago
And
Taste sweet peaches on
My tongue
I cannot catch the past
Old memories flit
Behind my eyelids
Like sunlight
Through
Half closed curtains in the
Breeze
I will go and find Peace
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
I hadn’t any dreams
In my hands
You sometimes hold
My wishes
Fell through
Holes in my pockets
I was very much empty and I
Wanted you to know
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
My world
is
aways sunset
and dizzy
Colours flash quicker
when I close my eyes
I like
to catch
falling things
Or floating things
-Maybe dandelion seeds
I will always trail my fingers along
every wooden beam
And write wishes in the dust
asking voices you can’t hear
Should I ? Should I ? Should I?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
I'm
Spilling
Out
Up and
Over
My
Head
My
Heart
Overflowing
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Soft grey and gold
Thin flits
Of sunlight beams
Through
Dusty
Off white blinds
Like
Honey
Down your cheeks
Your neck,
Suspending every single whole and half thing
On this earth
In between
All the air
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Kisses
Why bother?
With "niceties"
(Tasted like me screaming anyway)
You
Only wanted
What you took
(My unmoving body somehow begging for it?)
As if
Between my legs
Was a place you owned
(It is not mine anymore)
In hazy
Alcoholic
(All my fault)
Swings
Of semi consciousness
I
Barely felt you
Until the next morning
(I always feel you now)
(Everywhere)
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Not flowers but
All the
Cracks
At the very edge of petals
Where the watercolour bleeds away
And starts to rot
Sweetly
- That's what I am
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC