Melt with oppressive air
and watch others
bask in a puddle,
becoming one constant noise
and leaving you
with frustration.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Melt with oppressive air
and watch others
bask in a puddle,
becoming one constant noise
and leaving you
with frustration.
Hold in the pressure
and continue as normal,
hoping it dissolves
instead of exploding
and exposing
the mess of you.
Day of peace
interrupted
by the news
we’ve been waiting for
to make life
a little more secure.
Now to begin
the routine again
and see if
it’s really true.
Flashes of living blue
dance amongst the green,
reminding your world
birth is possible
and creation doesn’t end
with your first attempt,
no matter how heavy
your heart is.
Manage the calm
and let your mind relax,
a fortnight of hectic over
so you can melt
into the next stage
and see what new challenges
to expect.
Resist the urge
to fill the gaps
and fail everytime,
too concerned
with disappointment
to draw people’s eyes
to the empty.
Burying your actions
with years of denial,
playing the victim
but stewing
on real hurt,
confusion
and delusion
that you deserve the sympathy
while the dead
stay dead.
Stinging eyes
longing to close
and forget the world,
the demand,
of responsibility,
especially when
they have been denied
the greatest one of all.
Slip into the night
to try rekindle
an old joy
and feeling of ambition.
But I cannot follow,
stuck in the dawn
where I was at peace
but lonely,
so lonely
as I feel you slipping away.
Retell a favourite
and enjoy the extension,
different years
highlighting different moments
and expanding your view
all the more.