Tag Archives: muse

Tainted with chalk, a giant circle on its side a target for abuse, over and over. Defend your home and pay the price, be the bad guy of the street because you have boundaries, because you don’t want random children in your back garden and drawing on your car, crashing into your garage door andContinue reading “23:138”

Unexpected meeting in the twilight hour when your brain is too tired to be happy and so settles on annoyance at the broken routine. A moment that should be cherished is overlooked, and you hope life won’t have you regret it forever.

Block my garbage path and force the stink and decay to remain exposed on the street for all to gaze at and judge. Superior glances look at their own concealed filth, never considering that the kinder route of helping, or even ignoring, is open to them.

You try to stay casual, calm your heart, convince your mind it’s just an ordinary meeting with people you’ve met before. A catch-up, not an enquiry. You begin to conjure cruel aspects of personalities you’ve never witnessed before, catastrophising conversations that will happen until you end up outcast and alone. A few hours later youContinue reading “23:135”

We can, if you want, exonerating me of all guilt and pushing the consequences onto you, but letting me share in the benefits. If you want, the three words that used to feel considerate, but now irritate and put you on the offensive to defend your right not to always be the one with theContinue reading “23:133”

Run, skip, swim life waster fill the days with sweat to feel accomplished. Select challenges for causes you don’t even register, all for selfish reasons to motivate yourself. Perhaps other people’s suffering will penetrate your conscience once you reach your petty ambition.

You’re bad for me, but I’m stuck in my habits and the journal isn’t helping to break you. Get into a routine, it advises and stay away from temptation. But you’re always there and nothing helps me to ignore you. You know me, You bring me to life and no new hobby will be enoughContinue reading “23:131”

Forever can spare a minute to look back and reflect and regret and hope things could be different. Forever can spare an hour to remember and reconstruct, to rewrite and fantasize. Forever can spare it; that’s what forever is.

Drip down and create sticky paths to trap shoes and wrench them from feet. Claim the prize of captured soles forever empty with no occupant. But don’t they make a beautiful collage to marvel at, as they block your path?