terra nova

terra nova Nov 2014

hometime

please don't shout
can't you tell
her day has been
**** as well

please don't shout
and act all mean-
deviate from
the routine

turn around
and maybe smile
(haven't seen that
in a while)

please don't shout
can't you see
*this is not how
it should be

terra nova Nov 2014

song

I wanna play my life like
music, like a song you'd
wanna sing to but
all I've got is me for now, and
that is what I cling to and
like trains in the night my
thoughts pass by each other-
I'm a string without a kite and a
moon without another one of
me in the dark-hope skies-
I've spent far too much time with
stars stuck to my eyes to have
you come and shoot me through
the cracks in my wing mirror; that's the
thing, you never think before you
draw back and shoot your
careless arrow,
your vision's far too narrow when it
comes to me-

it seems I sometimes
shrink down to a construct
in your autobiography
that's not who I wanna be
(I'm not part of you, I'm me).

#thoughts #night #you #song

terra nova Nov 2014

footing lost (please return)

You take the blue out of the sky-
I try to stop it draining but you've
stolen the plug and it whirls away from me,
through the desperate fumbling of my fingers,
Unstoppable.
And when you're finished there is
only grey, empty and heavy and
smothering,
The mocking tidelines on a bathtub,
a vague confusion and
incredulous ache-
the echo of a cloudless colour.

terra nova Nov 2014

metaphors as calpol (largely useless)

on the day i smashed my
lucky mug
i later un-bubble-wrapped my
right hand and
chopped it off

(accidentally,
of course-
these things are always
accidental).

and i told myself
it was okay because
after all,

there was superglue in the drawer,
and i could use the lucky mug as a
pen ***

(great plan, nice work, so far so good).

but then i ran into a
slight conundrum because
really,

what use are pens when your
hand is gone?

(please bring my bubble wrap back)

terra nova Nov 2014

sharp and beautiful

You clever, cunning little thing
with your barbed-wire smile and
scissor-snap comments. You with your
soft hands and hard heart, with that
blue-before-storm within your eyes.
Today you cut him down with a
candy cane, shone your
teeth in a conman's smile and
sliced someone's secrets open with
the tip of your silver tongue.
You're so very
brilliant, and as cold as a
winter siege. (Are your feelings
crystal cut? Is your heart a
precious stone? You breathe ice
into others- but you've
never been alone).

terra nova Nov 2014

Artist

She calls out coral in a
mess of greens,
her words get caught in
painted screens. Hiding in
her cyber-cave, her outer
shell the thing she gave (and
gives them still, with brittle
smile, and eyes as green-blue
as the Nile). With closed doors
shining in her eyes, she sketches
people dreams in skies, and
smiles still when they thank her,
blithe (she knows she's skinny,
calls it lithe). She smiles but it's like
lips on paper, crayon-red and
gone like vapour.

terra nova Nov 2014

The seconds we miss are worth it

Let's waste time
spinning stitches in the
panic of our minds and
throwing light into the
ever-present dark *and
thinking everything we do
is somehow art.