Smoke extinguishedfrom a cigarette,dances. The salt in my tearshelps to remind me I’mhuman. Life ticks by,reminding meI made it. Displeasure sets about eating breaths,foiling all dreamsand plans,or purpose.
Month: December 2016
Reflections
I am behind you. I am the shadow. I am here. I’ve always been here. I am the one that scolds your inner child. I am the memory of the people that scolded you as a child. I am all of the people that got away. I am all of the people that left you… Continue reading Reflections
At the Steps
She meanders through the streets. Walking through water. No path before her feet. He sees her at the steps. Sees foiled dreams, tragedies, lips that are quick to smile. Her lingering gaze catches his. Ghosts of darker days clutch at her wrists. He still asks for her name.
Potency
white wine spritzers mixed with pain potency creates potential for a relapse whys melt into amitriptyline take the ache away
Sleeplessness
Another sleepless night passes by as lamplight illuminates her eyes. She sits. Shivers. Lingers in the empty streets rather than relishing in sweet dreams, warm sheets. The colours of her pain are echoed in the reflection of the rain on the cracked pavement.
Imperfection
The scent of pine parches your eyes. The sound of laughter crackles your thoughts. The splinters scratch your burning limbs. A blinding light. Sparks. Accelerant. Fire chokes your cry as a hand finds you and pulls you free.
Irritation
There is an itch between my shoulder blades where my wings used to sit. There is an itch at my temples where the banality of life is drilling itself in. There is an itch at my rib cage where my heart was torn from my chest. There is an itch on the palm of my left hand… Continue reading Irritation
Regret
I remember the smell of dogs; your humble eyes; your croaky laugh; taking you for granted; the bouquet I bought when darkness stole your winning smile. For Linda
Potential
They sit, straight back, calling themselves to attention. Their arms, from tense shoulders to quivering palms, are locked into position. The fingers will be pistons. A dream begs to be made tangible. Take a long drag on a cigarette, for inspiration. The fingers do not move. Another whiskey (double measure, always). Ignore the red biro.… Continue reading Potential
Escapism
has the power to possess your breath to sustain the fire in your eyes to sway a heartbeat to rewrite a dream you submit the magic the music it’s only forever (not long at all)
Tea & Transparency 