Form the dough
into infinity
and coat with
frosted hope.
Fry until it
stays together
and warms
the centre
of your day.
Bite to mark
your territory
and enjoy the rush
of motivation
every moment brings.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Form the dough
into infinity
and coat with
frosted hope.
Fry until it
stays together
and warms
the centre
of your day.
Bite to mark
your territory
and enjoy the rush
of motivation
every moment brings.
A promise dangles
from the tree,
with no ground
to support it,
exposed so
everyone can see it,
judge it.
View the outcome
and decide
its worth,
as though you’re
worthy enough
to try.
Years of distance
paint my memory
of you different,
innocent,
full of potential.
Now you have grown
and regard me cooly,
eyes refusing
to acknowledge warmth
or thaw
with remembered moments.
Reaching out was too hard,
now stretching across
is impossible.
Decorate a date day
with dark movies
and festive shopping.
Hold hands and
fend off cold
with body warmth
and feelings.
Breathe in peace
in the presence
of another
while remembering
the best version of you
the world can ever know.
Convenience is broken
so commit your attention
to hand moulding
what you want,
caressing out imperfections
and pouring effort
for the end product.
See what difference
pride and devotion make
to the elements
around you,
perhaps they’ll
love you back.
Fall into compliance
so you don’t have to
think anymore,
won’t be hurt
second guessed
and ridiculed.
Switch off all emotions
and exist
as a functioning corpse,
see how many people
prefer you that way.
A split second choice
that defines you
forever,
the wrong path taken
can never be
back-tracked.
Regret and live on
with the accusing whispers
following your back,
chasing you
and waiting to drag you
down
into oblivion.
Pull at unfamiliar skin,
stretch to disengage
and feel despair
as it snaps back,
refusing to leave,
refusing to reveal
who you really are
beneath.
Harmony in the hours
before the world wakes,
expel your energy
to complete tasks
while others are
charging theirs,
still yet to face
the start of day.
You will be done
while they struggle on,
and you will laugh.
Cut the time
but not the work
and expect a miracle,
less reward
for more effort,
what motivation
would that produce?
Desperation
and misery.