Loss

I've been letting the rain fall out of me
let the water seep through the cracks

and leave a hole in my chest
which harvests only pain

I was always waiting
for his sun to come out
to bathe in his warmth

My Love

My love
is like a beautiful shoe that doesn't fit
crippling me

my love
is a curse and a blessing
where would I be without my love

my love
makes me someone
makes me a bird with broken wings

Words From my Thesaurus

words from my thesaurus:





Chaos


Cultured


Lacerate


Apparition


Random


Taciturn


Dread








In the Chaos of my heart


I find a Cultured pearl, embedded.



Coating the shard that would Lacerate my flesh



An apparition of my old self sits as a shadow under my current state


Random particles of energy float through the air, they create rainbow swirls as they pass



the camel, a mostly taciturn animal, finds expression through expectorating at those of us it chooses to disdain
the pessimist lives with a permanent dread of what the future holds ( perhaps a spitting camel)

Hybrid

My mouth has a slippery tongue

In one corner it is British

In the other it is Kiwi

In the middle a shifting

Hybrid of the two

My mouth has a slippery tongue

2008

The middle of the night and SADS

I don't know about you, but I find listening to music seems to stimulate my brain for writing.
especially if it's at night.
The middle of the night is when the words come, and if I don't write them down quickly they just disappear. It's quite frustrating sometimes. I lose lines that I really liked the sound of all the time.

I feel rotten

If I open my mouth

my teeth will fall out

I have this dark lipstick slashed across my mouth

it stands out on my face

like blood

my face glowing white

A little melancholy I know, it's from my college days when I was 19. I believe I was feeling this way because my hostel room was far to dark and I was suffering from SADS. It was pretty dingy in there. Yuk.

A Mouth Full of Kiwi

My man he got a mouth full of kiwi

he didn't like it

he rolled me under his tongue

chewed me up

then spat me out

bad taste in his mouth

he said I was rotten

Hello and welcome to anyone out there who accidentally bumps into this blog.


I have created this site for myself really, it will be a place where I can air out my thoughts and write out my 'could do better' poetry.


Over the years with irregular gaps in between, I have written out things into a little book which I have never shown to anyone except my best friend, because the stuff in there felt like part of me and left me exposed.


I'm not the kind of person who lets people in easily and I'm not good at sharing my feelings or thoughts with people. Except the superficial stuff.





That's why I say this blog is for me, I've always secretly wanted to see my stuff printed out, and this is the next best thing, so, let's see what happens.