My bones are lead,a fresh sacrifice on pain’s altarTime is a punisher,laughing at me with its hourly seconds…Hot then frigid,when the door opens and darkness swoops in.Only I feel his breath on my cheek,Like river water caressed by papyrus;Caressing me so,”do you love me so?”My hands are lead,housing fragile skin that breaks at the glazeContinue reading “Pain’s lover”
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Failed
On this path again I tread alone…Familiar dark feelings embrace me,pointing to forgotten corners and alleys.Their eyes I avoid,afraid of what I’ll see there;their love that I ran from,the darkness and ugliness I felt free from. In a life far from this path,I loved.I found someone I’d be good enough for.Other feelings embraced me,brighter andContinue reading “Failed”
Fragments
I’m sorryI’m sorry that when you stare at these broken pieces…all you will see is nothingness,incomplete puzzles that don’t make sense,incomplete puzzles that you can never figure out. I’m sorry that in my joy is –a practised laugh,a rehearsed pause.In my silence are words stifled by fear,yet I have no cause to be afraid. I’mContinue reading “Fragments”
Bury
Your problems are a corpse,bury it.Your traumas are a dead dog,bury it.Your short-comings are radioactive,in metal vaults , bury them! Bury them,bury themDig eight feet down,too far to reach down,bury! In the unsuspecting dawn,the earth quakesAll buried zombies arising,tramping on rotting daisies,you buried undead things! At the height of noon,under the beating sun,they find theirContinue reading “Bury”
Colour Me Your Love
It was not by the colour of our skin that our love was built,but my blood that sang to the beat of his heart. It was not by the ebony of my skin,that greatly contrasted the cream of his,But by the dancing of our bodies under the moonlight. Nor was it about the onyx ofContinue reading “Colour Me Your Love”
We Stay For The Kids
Dear father,I’ve seen you walking in at 1am,or not come in at all.Dear father, I’ve seen the pictures on your phone,I recognized my friend Sheila in one. Your finger is empty,just an indentation of the ring left.I asked you,you said you were resizing it,twas too tight.I wonder how,yet this is the fittest I’ve seen youContinue reading “We Stay For The Kids”
Darkness and light 