Olivia Kent

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

RAINDROPS AND ROSES, DRIPPING FROM NOSES

Stringing stars across the sky.
Before your very eyes.
Twisted into cats cradles.
******* in bands of sparkles.
Raindrops twinkle as they drip.
On to the pad I write upon.
The ink dispersed into patterns,
Pretty ones that glint.
Words washed out of soggy paper.
Emotions washed away.
Writing pad is ripped and torn.
Wonder where those words have gone.
Lost in a shower of imperfection.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

PEANUT DREAMS

She sleeps ever gentle on his mind.
Amid his thoughts and fiery dreams.
He shells peanuts with his teeth, to feed her daily.
A protein fix.
He is enough to fill her kind heart, with roses scarlet red..
Twisted and turned into a perfect crown.
Their thorns destroy her, as round her head they tighten.
He swears he never meant to frighten.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

CONTROL AND DISRESPECT

I stepped outside the room today.
I dared not say goodbye.
Inside my heart is breaking.
I left my keys inside my bag.
They open up my heart.
My paperwork is locked away entirely with my love.
No longer can I stay.
And I take the raw love you say you have,
puncturing my body, like a vampire I receive your killing stake.
And give it back to you my son.
Maybe you'll think.
He whose name be Andrew.
Draining me.
You took the life force from me.
I creep away silently,
Unnoticed.
My tail tucked between my legs.
I cannot bear the disrespect and thus right now I doth regret.
The things I have are nothing much.
I worked my life for nothing left.
As lifting mist I now have left.
I left my spirit in a glass jar.
You may not realise what you've done.
I've been ****** dry I guess you won.
(C)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

FLOWERS

Flowers reach for heaven to feel the rippling rain.
To ****** the sun on cooler days.
Above the snow those flowers grow, protected petals,
Avid flower lovers steal them.
Put them in glass vases.
Give them to mothers or lovers.
A simple gift that means the world.
Or better still keep them well pressed between the heavy books.
While man is given flowers, the world will be alright.
Bright and stunning, ad infinitum.
May flowers always grow.
(C) LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

CRICKET

Serpents discard outgrown skin.
As lizards do so too.
Birds drop feathers as they fly.
Infants grow teeth to bite at life,
On the subject of crickets,
One in the kitchen and it's beating it's sound.
A lucky escapee from the lizard king, or queen.
Can hear you singing, but just can't see a thing.
One or two.
Can't tell.
Singing crickets.
Crying freedom.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

FANTASY FIX

Falling apart.
My feet are firm.
A shank in my back, rammed in hard.
You, you're the dealer.
I am the cop.
It's for the chemical romance we never shared.
You tried to persuade me.
Tried to degrade me.
You swore that you loved me.
I never believed you.
Always deceived you.
It's a fair cop buddy.
Hung out to dry.
Suspended along the balcony with all your rotten ***** lies.
Back street apartment on the twenty second floor.
Wailing women waiting below to score, your foul chemistry set.
Complete with it's contents.
Ladies in waiting.
Not sure what for.
Quick exit from the real world.
Escapism.
Writing my imagination,
An honest fix.
(c)LIVVI

Olivia Kent Jun 2016

PAST MIDNIGHT MALEVOLENCE

Waiting in vengeful silence, for satisfaction.
On strike as if desperate miners,
Dark eyes, no smiles nor sentimental significance.
Night creatures hiding, in coiled coloured rings.
Passed away rodents.
Midnight meals, cold, unfeeling.
The serpents fed up.
Seven sated snakes, demonic,
Terribly terrific.
(C)LIVVI

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