A poem for when the world falls through your fingers Only once have you seen me with full make up Only once, and then we smudged it And as it smeared down my eyes We saw the usual skin underneath. And do we know each other fully when we see the true skin Or when… Continue reading Plan Your Apocalypse
That last November weekend Buried under. Purple skies, and yellow, And always the silhouettes. The calm before. Are we calm? Or are we teetering? Are we all putting on a brave face Or wishing too hard? Can you see it In the faces of the people walking by outside? Safe blank expressions And safe black… Continue reading 25 to Bow Church
Everything was so bright, But I knew it was all going to die. I decided to capture the moment, But I stopped halfway through. I don’t know why. I got distracted. My heart aches. Was it really only last Sunday, that I walked here and was so happy? Or the week before, when I walked… Continue reading November
‘I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I’m alright for you’ – Martha Wainwright. Because there is a pressure to be alright, isn’t there? Because every single time I write something for this blog, I wonder if I’m being too gloomy. But the truth is, this is a… Continue reading Blue Moon
And then time slowed right down. All it takes is a feeling Not even a yearning Just a kindling. A glow you thought you’d quashed years ago. And you tell yourself it’s not as bright as before And I hope for your sake that’s true. Carry it with you. Wear it on your sleeve and… Continue reading Half Moon
You will be forever autumn. You are an ortolan bunting And I have been chewing on you All this time, all this time, And I’ve only now broken through.
I thought I’d stick out another poem. I was awake for hours last night, thoughts charging around my head like wild horses. And when I finally sat down to try to get them out, I was so surprised that this is what I came up with, given that it’s old news. Or is it? Have… Continue reading Girl-In-Progress