Tag Archives: pain

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”

Homeless

Death,a permanent stench in the air around me.Vultures,a hovering cloud awaiting my fall.Grace,denied and withheld from a dying spirit.Hope,a rotting thing six feet below. I fall,the stars watch as my knees buckle,my body keeling.I shiver,the rain batters me, the wind blowing my skin off. I lie on this ground,willing to be soaked into the earth,willingContinue reading “Homeless”

For you

His soul stills,calm found in her warm embrace,the hand rubbing sore muscles“I love you”-a song that ripples and roughens his throat.“I love you” he repeats-tearing the thorns from the rose,his blood the sacrifice it demands“For you, anything ma chérie,”he whispers in her ear,the flower tucking in her hair,luscious mane that swallows his finger.Silky threads thatContinue reading “For you”

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”

Man on the mirror

The man on the mirror stares,eyes dead,gnarled feet disappearing below.Pain kisses the blood flowing,his cracked lips cinematic under his watch. The man on the mirror stares,his crown shining and grey.Caving under the weight of empty dreams,broken futures. The man on the mirror stares,his body a masterpiece of struggle,his hands a testament of hustleA body builtContinue reading “Man on the mirror”

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”

The war is long over Ma

I look at my mother, and tears well. She is a warrior emerged from battle, And it sometimes saddens me that- She still wears her armour when the war is long over. I’ve watched half of her battles, Seen her on the frontline- Taking in the arrows for those behind. I’ve watched her detach them,Continue reading “The war is long over Ma”