And the air get
wings to fly up,
the day fall on
the night, the
bed slept on
a sleep and the
imaginations
thought about
dreaming when
the day fall...

words spoken softly
a-shed  from pain -
unveiling resentment
buried with ache '
war became familiar-
just was her soul
burning with grief-
a settled scorn
in World filled with wrath
redemption seemed obscure
with lips  too-stale,
she' yield

Sun sets behind, same as always
stretching my still unshapen shadow forward

My foot on the pedal presses,
maybe not as hard as before,
but always

The comic line perspective
forced to fit the frame, constricts
but at the same time comforts

Synapses that once crackled, fizzle
and with a little sadness,
still smile

I'm old
and I know things
but I don't know you
(but you know that)

We survive
In the war
Of our mind.

LOVE
           distraction, disruption, deliverance or delightful?

                                                    ­   UNKNOWN


is it anguish or angst?
possibly both
Does one need excuses to be melodramatic?

Your naked body
Pressed on mine
We kissed

I thought that
I should feel
Something

Thrill, euphoria
Lust, love
Or bliss

But no
I felt
Nothing

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived