21:31 Pump me full of life that decays away before you find use of me. Leave me waiting to be needed while my insides turn poisonous and force foam from my holes. When nothing is left, and your waste is discovered, will you fix me? Or give up entirely?
21:30 I am the party of childhood. Simple emotions not yet layered with experience. Laughter, happy, angry if refused, but soon forgotten as the music starts and presents are presented. I am the party of a teenager. Nervous for acceptance, desperate to go well. Biting words slice the air and pressured acts will be myContinue reading “Poem 21:30”
21:29 To whoever sees and chooses to look, understand the eyes you nestle in your head before you lose all vision and sink into the abyss of darkness. Of ignorance.
21:28 Expectation of ink, splatters and curves forming sense. Change a life, change all life, with stains and mistakes all will see and believe. Perhaps mistakes are all that is left.
A quick poem written with this year’s theme for National Poetry Day: Change. 21: 27 Observe the rolls evident, even when lying down. Blame age and depression for your changing form. Buy expensive equipment, retrieve your bike from the garage, years of mould judging you. Stare and stare, and ask for change, but no matterContinue reading “Poem 21:27 Happy National Poetry Day!”
Another redraft of this poem. I just workshopped it in class and have been given advice for it, so expect another redraft soon. The parent/s of Hansel and Gretel The first time it happened they were too shocked to react. It must be grief, Gretel thought, and decided it would pass. Hansel hid the dress,Continue reading “Poem 21:26”
21:25 The chime of the dead that lingers in the raindrops. Trapped souls, echoing old emotions that soak into the earth, flow into the sea and wash the bodies of the living.
21: 24 I am born as you sleep, your dream the other half of me, existing only for the length of your stay. Some of us resent you, and will fill the time with nightmares, scaring you, scarring you into remembering us forever. Others wish for your happiness, giving you peaceful memories that leave aContinue reading “Poem 21:24”
21: 23 Aging out of love. Body no longer easy, the circled shadow doesn’t thin, a reflection of darkness that expands and consumes. Spend a week of running scales, no difference. Accept a new reality of darkened vision, only then will love remain.
21:22 One-trip wire of defence remains, finger curled around its sharp line, cutting deeper as you wait, wait for the one who tries to rescue you. Look deep into their eyes as you tug the line and explode.