My skin doesn’t feel real,
As I touch and stroke.
My head pounds fast
And hearts tired music,
Of the beats that passed.
Friday 29 July 2011
24th April 4:56 PM
Blistered nails
Chipped and old
Black and cracking
Worn of wearing
Signs of tickings
Done and dusted
Weaving with
That warmth
A’ prickling
April 5th
Juxtaposition.
Your soft lips leave rough scars
Forever’s grip walks away
A bliss horror of
Leaving and loving
Goodbye will always return
Saturday 11 June 2011
I Waxed My Legs Last Night
And as I slept I dreamt
Those small red bumps appeared
As pain leapt from the pores
Blood began to speckle
As they slowly smoothed
It became a red trickle
Covering all the skin
It seeped from every space
The sheets that once where pale
Where looking rather frail
Washing out my skin
Face grown gray and stale
And colour leaps
The fox’s way
Be my teacher, creature;
Wide eyes and live
At first morning rise...
Your rough urban hair
Far from my fair
Monday 6 June 2011
Oh, sweet girl...
Chloe, did anyone ever tell you that you’re adorable?
Or that you’re too honest?
And that sometimes, when you wear your heart
Smeared across your sleeve
...people rub dirt into the wet.
Sweetie, you’re an angel without her wings,
Who plucked away your feathers?
Don’t you know that evil beings
Feed off wishes pure and clean
...please eat away their ties to you,
Your hearts so full of gold;
A heavy weight to hold.
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