#uni
My brother is soon leaving for Linz
And we're going with him
For a week
I feel his absence already
in my home
With his suitcases on the floor
And talk of pillows, shoes and medicine
And all the things
he'll need away from here
But I fear
What he needs most
we can't provide
Across rivers and lakes
And cities and storms
Smiles are hard to deliver
The warmth from home
Easily will fall in a pit of despair
Stumbling over its metaphorical feet
My brother is soon leaving for Linz
And his toothbrush next to the sink
That's always annoyingly there
Will forever be missed
A ghost plate on the table
With a forgotten fork by its side
Shall be placed infront of his chair
That's tucked into place
Always cold,
always sticky
with the residue of his presence
When the line cuts off the silence will be
Twice as loud as his voice
But at least i would've heard about
His first days at uni
And the parties he went to,
The friends he made
My brother is soon leaving for Linz
And Im happy for him
Even though
(Or precisely because)
He'll be thrown
In the unknown
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
Gaze at me, with you ever-so-slight smudged lipstick
Pop-punk lyrics issuing from your perfect mouth
Dark circles from the khôl and folly
Forgiveness from your youth
Torsion of perfection into a wry smile
Sober, you say, drunk, who'll walk upon my style?
Who'll dare? I dare, in laying bare, ballet hands,
The contents of my ***** You know, friends,
I may be an actress, and pretentious,
But my ability to lie's contentious.
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 6:44 AM UTC
If I were to bottle this it would be
Fleeting moments of such deep joy it’s hard to recollect the moments of utter misery,
Of which there were more.
It would be bitter loneliness without the sweet tang of friends,
The ache of realising alienation isn’t about being alone.
It would be waves
Crashing into rocks after washing over us
Curling our ankles on pebbles
Tripping but running headfirst anyway
Toes in the sea.
It would smell like sun cream
With the coarseness of sand
Salt and sun and summer.
It would sound like jazz time on a friday afternoon
Blues, show tunes and improv.
Empty balconies,
Wind
Leaves
LMTs
Conversions I listen into but don’t join.
Thunderous silence.
It’s white walls awash with laughter,
Paint fumes and flying
Fresh puddles
Stifled tears
The longing for something more.
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 8:11 PM UTC
I walk through a ghost town
where I’m never alone,
kicking empty cider cans across the road,
whispering secrets to the stale, morning air
where my life, at a standstill,
hangs over the beat of a single heart
and a single large Eye,
watching,
always watching,
judging my footsteps as I cross
the path, to a flatland, between the forest
and the streams of music playing in my ears -
there's a spring in my step this cold winter.
Even though I don’t see the sun until it’s too late,
I dance, like the dead, poison in my veins,
because I’m free from my grave.
I’m free from monochrome soil -
draped in a bright pink dress,
I kiss the days away with a warm hand in mine,
and a stolen, back-washed bottle in the other.
I skip on the pavement, rocking back and forth
to high notes and drum rolls,
where I find myself moving between friends and pages,
collared sweatshirts and daydreams.
I whisper my moments of happiness to the North Wind
and hope it travels South,
down to you, down home,
where you’ll hear of my vices
and understand everything.
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC
So much to study
and here I am
writing poems
for you,
instead
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
Coming up
Reminds me of
University...
Waiting for the high to hit
Never enough
Never as good
As last time.
The new discovery
An addiction
To new discoveries.
Never satisfied
In that
All-too-comfortable
Bubble
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
It’s been a year since I typed some lines,
probably cuz it’s stuff like this,
I want to get laid
and i want to get ******
but instead all I feel is sick
Kedgeree thats tumbled dried
from 38 minutes of bad Elvis hips,
while legs pop like rockets
my eyes sink in my sockets
saliva swells in my cheeks
as I drift in disappointment
swimming in icy air to catch my confidence lost at sea
but its too far gone, so i just stare
at a laptops glare
thinking about my spots
my unstyled bramble of hair
my polo, too garish?
MY SPACK BRAIN!
too confident in thinking I looked smart?
as i wish for another heart
one thing sticks in my mind
a girl, or was it a boy,
looking like Johnny Rotten,
in Westwood striped dungarees and flames of hair
flashes of the Public Image, King Krule and all that in my headphones.
Words that are all in my head
as my stomach is sick
oh yeah, they played the killers
I like them
now my head is bleak like Mike Skinner
I wish I’d chosen earlier to have my dinner
another music reference lost on you
but stuck in my mind in bed
as I picture a red head
oh my.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
College is
A peaceful mind
Because it's years
And years
Of nonthinking
Thought
Free of judgement
And greatly
At a price
Often bought
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
i have not quite learned,
to love,
or lose,
or myself
"these will be the best years of your life"
echo in my mind
over the sounds of my gasps
for air, in between tears-
sometimes from laughter,
sometimes,
more often, from loss,
or perspective of it.
pretending
"yes i love it"
"yes i'm having a good time"
is not convincing
me
the only person,
important in my own happiness;
the hero of my emotions
learning to say no, stop, over now
learning to contain
a shout, a judge, a scream
not quite, but a little bit
the [best] two years of my life
have now so suddenly received
a forecast of much rain and clouds
always on the brink of hail.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
"I'd like to be a fly on the wall," you say.
Would you?
Would you really like to be privy to all
that drama and intrigue, without ever being noticed?
Sounds nice, I suppose.
But I'll let you in on a little secret-
That, my dears, is false advertising.
Truth is, people always notice flies
They just choose to ignore them
And lower their voices when you buzz by on sugar-spun wings of self-confidence-
Maybe it's just all in your head
Maybe you've misinterpreted things-behind kaleidoscope eyes
It always looks like there are more of them than you.
So you gain confidence
You hover on the fringes of their circle
And drone out a low hum of 'what've you been up to today?'
Or 'how're you?'
Or 'long day, huh?'
The response is offhand
A verbal flick of the wrist
Batting the ball back into your conversational court
Because coming at you with a fly swatter
Or a rolled up Cosmo magazine
Takes more effort than they're willing to give.
You buzz about some more
Hoping maybe the silence will entice them to engage
But no,
They can't hear your buzzing
Or they won't.
So instead you stand
Fly on the wall
Content with watching the light catch your wings
Repeatedly wringing your hands near your face
In a way they probably think is malevolent
I promise I'm not plotting-
I'm just juggling the weight of my loneliness
Maybe if I shift it from one palm to another
Somehow I will lighten the load.
Take comfort in this, little fly-
The sun makes your wings iridescent
And even though they'll never get close enough to see that, you can.
It's not a trick of the light
Your fractal eyes do not deceive you-
They are duplicate.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
I read about death and violence
I proof read,
and top up
and eject
and print
and scan
and hand in
and sometimes I get full marks.
Mark.
Marks
Marks on the body.
Mark my words.
(Mark my work.)
Karl ************* Marx
The communist who launched a thousand memes.
My oh my.
//
The necropolitical is like a funnel
a filter,
a sieve.
Like baking,
only you didn't forget to put the oven on
and people are inside the oven and so are you.
It's not like with the toaster
when ur mum tells u to scrap the black crumbs into the drain.
It's not like you can unburn the burnt.
Oh and the skin grafts?
There's a waiting list for that.
The waiting list?
There's a form for you to get on that.
The forms?
You need to print them out.
The printer?
OUT OF ORDER.
Buy your own.
OUT OF STOCK.
Your bank balance?
FUNDS INSUFFICIENT.
Your bank?
Sorry you have reached us out of outside of our operating hours.
Outside
Outside of our
Outside of our operating
of our operating hours
operating hours
and hours
and hours
and hours
Thanks for holding! A representative will be with you shortly...
[Dave Dobbyn music continues playing through the phone]
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
I've crawled off to die in a cowards shoe.
The culmination of my efforts.
A disheveled shape held together with glue.
What push do I have left?
When I've spent all I have.
My last quarter in the gum ball machine of life.
Looking around at all the others who've given up.
Is it my time? - considering the strife.
Uni projects really take it out of you...
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
of my life have been leading up to this.
The decision to go wasn't about you,
Wasn't about leaving or
forcing a rift,
I'm sorry I've 'robbed' you of every
timid kiss I've given you at midnight when I
can't tell if you're angry or sad or just tired
of my life being intertwined with yours
I'm sorry I've taken away every sentence I'd have used
to reassure you that I'm not bored with the
Silence which brings calm
And yes, I'm truly sorry that I can't feel your
arm around my shoulders
When I feel like your compliments have become
loaded boulders that intend to hurt
I'm terrified every time I think of you looking like Kurt
Because silence is now loaded like a gun
It's not such 'teenage fun' when I imagine
every last knife that you own, isn't
happy when I wait for the moan on the inbox that'll let
me know you've survived
Will let me know you're still alive
and haven't left me forever.
You're bones feel lighter than feathers when you
forget to eat, the unsteady beat of your heart is a
part of my own
Please, don't leave me alone.
You blame me, but you've framed me with a crime
that is yours.
I'm sorry I've missed every kiss, hug and snore
But if I'd stayed I would have hated you
Because you'd have robbed me
of my life, in favour of
your own.
Don't leave me alone, because you blame me
for the silence
Let me roam
If I come back, we'll be stronger.
And, while I'm gone, remember that I still belong
to you.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
We were wild and eager in the cold,
Wanting to explore
Life lived by each minute-
Shot-
We wanted more and more.
And these are the nights remembered, in September
And we were told to enjoy them, remember, September
You have just one chance,
Don’t you know that child
Drink, smoke and dance,
Don’t care,
Go wild
Have no regrets, you shouldn’t care,
Please that’s what they say
But we feel pain, tears pour like rain
When we wake up the next day
But those are the nights remembered, in September
Force yourself, enjoy them,
Those nights,
In September
Go insane and feel no pain
They don’t know what to say,
When you wake up and look around
At the hurt caused the next day
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC