daisypunk

daisypunk Jan 2019

who decided it to be just
that we sell our needs
heat and air and water
neatly processed each month

who decided it just for
the man holding the valve
to push down hardest on
those already broken backs
how tragic he says
and presses more and more

you can’t convince me
that this is the only way

have you, the battery
been without light
spent nights unsure if
your core would become full

no amount of blind love
for stars and stripes
and red and white
will ever make me feel wanted

when you put a price on living
somewhere that profits
from your slow, uncaring
death.

nothing makes me more livid than the commodification of our basic needs

#america

daisypunk Nov 2018

dying through living

tell me
what is it like to be a king?

unafraid of the dark corners of this land
regarded highly by it’s passengers
never a stray glance or loose question

i only understand confusion
i was born like this after all
a soul unfortunate enough to want a better hand

tell me
what is it like to be adored?

to have strangers give kindness
invite you into their spaces
the places considered to be safe

i only know of discomfort
with few willing to tolerate me
to give up their status to help
me

tell me
what is it like to live?

daisypunk Nov 2018

barely tuned

my harp is comprised of broken strings
clipped and stripped down bare
each note rings flat and falters
worn tired by every new sheet

daisypunk Oct 2018

dim your flame

the burn was slow
hungrily lapping up the supports
and tearing down the memories
ingrained within

inside it’s embers
was a woman who lashed
at all attempts to save
so they left

and she stayed
ages passed and the burn remained
leaving all who came through
scorched

an eon passed
the flames dimmed and sputtered
nothing was left to burn
except her

so she stood
looking amongst her actions
stumbling out to rebuild again
and she wept

progress was made
all floors replaced, all doorways refit
everything as it was, but different
she was alone

without her rage
she was cold and empty
tired and harmless
and reached out again

sometimes we self destruct.

daisypunk Oct 2018

beacon

you are a shining beacon
shooting through all my shadows
built up over the long years

like an artifact long lost
you polish and shine
until i am golden

i will live every day
under the warmth of
your glowing sun

knowing fully
that i am wanted
and i am loved

#love

daisypunk Oct 2018

temporary

like strangers we lay
under our shared warmth

hitched breaths

what comes next?
what comes after?

neither had the answer
or the strength to ask

about nobody in particular

Oct 2018

LadyM

Aromas

Hi,
I just wanted to say
that the sound of your voice
wakes up my senses

When you speak
I'm melting away,
giving in to the consequences

You're a room
full of candles,
I inhale without a choice

I scent cherry blossom
and vanilla flames,
you sound like roses and apricots

The sweet aroma
of your melody
smells like candles of passion fruit

I'm drawn in
by your tone,
for me, you are an absolute

I'm enveloped
in daffodils
as your words glow in yellow

Your voice
is so hypnotising,
euphonious and mellow.

Being in love is like being surrounded by a million flickering candle flames, giving out the most precious aromas, mixing up all your senses and awakening them at the same time. <3

#love #inlove #senses #aroma #scent #flowers #voice