Georgia Marginson-Swart

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2016

Love.
That tempting *****
At once giving and snatching away
All that is known
And all that could be had
She laughs at my pleas
I want it all and she knows this
Mocking and unyielding
She gives me a fleeting taste
Of the joy I have craved for so long
Before again receeding her gift
Like the drawback of a tsunami tide
I am then sinking and breaking
Under the weight of her
And all that she encompasses
And all that she ever could
Our mistress, maiden, mother, crone,
Cruel as the devil
And twice as pretty

#love #devil #cruel

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2016

Tension

Angry knots in the joints of my hands
My fists clenching and unclenching
I am not comfortable in this skin
Everything is so loud, so harsh to me,
The creak of the table, the chewing of gum
The tap tap tap of drumming fingers
I can feel lightning in my veins
Crackling and snapping, it is violent
I want to block everything out
I want it to blur at the edges of myself
And disappear somewhere quiet
Somewhere my skin isn't a cage
And my mind isn't an enemy
I need the lull of the sea on a hot day
And the embrace of the waves
As I sink.

#noise #depression #anxiety #loud #caged #sensory

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2016

Four Nightmares

Most nights I don't know who I am
I lay awake and in the darkest hours
I either feel everything at once
Or nothing at all
I do not know which is worse

A faceless figure holds my hand
Talking of love in an implacable voice
The grip tightens and tightens
Until I am screaming, pulling at them
They are laughing and I am hurting

I am grinning and spinning
Dizzying myself in circles of joy
Faster - until everything blurs together
People, places, memories, blending
Eventually I stop spinning. I am blind.

I am standing on a tall, tall building
Looking down at the ants of my town
The breeze edges me closer to the drop
I jump, expecting to fly, expecting freedom
I plummet, and before death, I find regret.

#depression #nightmares

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2016

Concept #14

Concept: the moon and her light seeps through that starry blanket, and I am enveloped in the feeling that, maybe, I belong.

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2016

Encompassing Dark

I arrived at the edges of myself
And here, at the end of all things
Admist the darkness and the drowning
Where the souls of my loved ones
Wept for the light they could not see
I leapt into the deep abyss
And surrendered myself to the shadow
That consumes all things
Like a rock into water, I sank
And the cold eclipsing emptiness
Unmade me, and rebirthed me
The weaves of time and space
Spinning me into a creature
That resented the chasm of dark
Yet could not escape it.

I am in my own personal hell
And I know that I am the only demon
Responsible for the rending of myself

#depression #dark #abyss #chasm

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2016

Fanciful dreams

Knight is his armor
Damsel in her tower
Who are we, really
Under the facade?
Beyond the fantasy?
The knight stands
With his golden armor
And jewelled scabbard
Itching for his next ****
Or his next drink
Blood looks like wine
Under pale moonlight
The damsel, fretting
But not distressing
She has never known
The outside of her walls
She will take leaps of faith
And fall flat, or fly
Is risk worth reward?
These are the stories of old
The fantasies we tell ourselves
Not knowing the world
Is so much deeper than ink
And we enter woods
Expecting wolves
And leave with boys
Not knowing both hunger
For something, at least
And we know now
How to slay dragons, but
Not the ones within ourselves
We have seen our happy endings
But we have yet to attain them

#reality #wonderland #fantasy

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2016

The ocean has a voice

Lilted notes upon rising tides
Drums of crashing waters shore
Water rippling and ocean sighs
A crescendo of a tempests roar

The screech of gulls taking flight
Melodious wind in water caves
Marvel here at the ocean's might
With the orchestra of the waves

See here the figures, singing loud
Harmony salty, sweet, and strong
Ocean creatures awed and cowed
At the hurricane of the siren's song

Testing out rhymes again

I want to be in the ocean where no one can find me

#song #ocean #siren