Roisin Sullivan

Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014

Acid

As the alcohol poured down my throat
Part of me wished it had been acid.

Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014

For the first time in my life
I felt ashamed
Of where I came from,
And where I live.

And the worst part is
I can't tell you why.
You'd laugh it off and say
It's only money.

Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014

Masterpiece

I feel a tick under my skin
An urge to produce art,
If you can call it that.

I stare at the page and wait
For inspiration to come
And paint it with words.

But everything I try to write
Comes out desperate,
Incoherent, inadequate.

Clutching at smoke,
I can see an image I want to imprint
Hovering just out of reach.

I have no muse to help me
Bring the slippery vision
Into my concentrated focus.

And so I sit here cradling my laptop
As if I could coax
A masterpiece from it.

Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014

Match

We struck a match
But before
We could light
Anything
With it,
The flame
Danced and swayed
Tauntingly
As it burned
Itself away.

Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014

Smaller Things

Wind caught her hair
Driving the car full speed ahead
Windows all down
As the landscape twisted and dipped.

The sun blazed hot
Killing flowers, insects, and things
By the roadside.
So much death but no one noticed.

Too occupied
With their individual lives
They soaked up warmth
And paid no mind to smaller things.

Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014

Promises

You climbed inside my skin
And made me promises
I know you'll truly keep.

Roisin Sullivan Jun 2014

"Women's Language"

i think....
     um i think...
i think that women sometimes...
are...You know...trapped...

maybe because of...
         the words we speak,
the way we frame language,
our...pauses...

or perhaps, it's our, like,
          little inflections?
or the way we give
You respect.

but just because
          we do this
doesn't mean that we don't
have strong opinions.

it doesn't indicate
          that we're dumb
or don't respect ourselves.
it means "this is the way we talk"

and that's all.

#language