Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent Feb 2016

HENRY

Watching Henry rising into the twilight sky.
Clouds piling upwards.
As the sunshine says good bye.
The clouds are mountainous.
Oh hell.
The stream will be tumultuous as once again the troll's revived.
Later tonight as darkness falls.
The legend will arise.
Staying indoors.
Snug as a bug.
For tomorrow's skies will be for a short time.
So much more than wild.
"Hooray, Henry".
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jan 2016

BLOOMING

BLOOMING

Hold my hand while we play together in paradise.
A pink scented candle flickers under the stairs.
With flames dancing, as if ballerinas.
That dance on tiptoes.
Wafts of springtime garden flowers.
Tickle my nose.
We play together for hours and hours.
It's a scene in a dream.
In which, I am queen.
As only I am.
You are king.
Created of string and Chantilly lace.
I saw your face.

The raven cries.
I awake from that dream.
Pictures of passion from magazines.
Love images of beaches and rivers that flow.
Creation of magpies out hunting for gold.
The birds in the nest made out of spittle.
While the man in the moon sits with playing sticks.
That he whittles.
He's making strange shapes.
They make no sort of sense.
Before walking away, sure as night becomes day.
He'll make breakfast in bed.
Makes sure I am fed with the fire of desire.
Before I'm walking away.
A day well spent.
As love's only lent.
I shall never relent.
Nor repent.
At last I'm alive.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jan 2016

YUI

A perfect peace.
A piece removed.
A soul amended.
A resolution.
A new life.
Congratulations.
Livvi

This written for my dear friend Yui, she is a transgender lady for real now x

Olivia Kent Jan 2016

WASHED OUT WORDS

Writing messages to loved one in sand.
To be washed away by flowing swell.
Walked over by seagulls and children at plan.
I wrote them yesterday.
They're not here today.
The messages were so special.
I logged them in my mind.
I wrote them in sand knowing that never would you find them.
Nor never know how I am feeling.
Released intimate feelings.
That I know he'll never see.
Always the same situation.
Words in sand meant for a moment in time.
Written only by me.
Help me to forget.
A world with no regrets.
I dream.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jan 2016

PLANS

Lost orders worldwide.
As religious beliefs take control.
Taken by the right hand.
Stirred up by the left.
Hurricanes and blizzards.
Under control of wizards and witches.
Potions that play upon minds of man folk.
An egg laid in season.
**** of twisters.
In my honest opinion.
Religion's a joke.
No smoke without the fires of hell.
Nor within.
Never can tell.
In the halls of Rome live garden gnomes.
Elemental systems of total control.
Metaphorically fishing for mortal souls.
And they say God has a plan.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jan 2016

RAINDROPS

Dancing raindrops.
All at play.
A ***** paintbrush.
Images of finger painting.
Train windows.
Streaking past.
Cleansing glass.
Clearing minds
Work will occupy minutes and hours.
The early visitation of April showers.
(c) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jan 2016

PAST MIDNIGHT

The fridge is breathing like a dying man.
A rattling death.
Blue light flashing overhead.
Just a smoke detector.
It's own job to do.
Makes me aware.
I'm safe when I am there.
Not alien invaders, as first believed.
Deceived,
Dreamy.
Pretty awake.
However tired.
Half asleep, not far from dead.
Sleep is evasive.
Lack of choice.
One hour donated.
Not loving the night.
So overrated.

Lost a day today.
Somehow mislaid it on the way.
Slept from nine until half past three-ish
How I wish I never had to.
Work in night nurse zoo.
Night shift.
Such joy.
Joy to be me.
The sorrow's flowing over from eyes so itchy full of grit.
Another one all too shortly.
Love my job.
Night's however;
Part of life as a nurse,
The nurse's curse.
(c)LIVVI