Overwhelmed and unable to do anything about it, I flounder around for relief and comfort that my torn and tormented brain won’t accept. Rest is needed but cannot be achieved until duties are fulfilled, work is needed but cannot be completed until there is rest. Balancing acts of precarious necessities as I try to get … More In Search of Still Waters
The sky is too blue and goes on forever, further than the human mind can imagine. The birds sound wrong. The buildings loom and cage. The air is tasteless. My feet are numb against the ground as I walk, the impact is too soft. Not there. Not real. I scrape at my skin, grip at … More Walking
With each passing perfection Each faded, withered beauty I am more myself. The monster made flesh. Crumbling from the inside out. See me now? See what I am? Or not quite yet? Give it time For sweetness to sour The rot to spread.
Noise. Blaring, repetitive strains of ‘It’s a Kind of Magic’ punctuated with the loud screams and shrieks of exhilaration or laughter. People push in on every side, moving masses of colours and sounds coming far too close and towering tall. Flashing lights in cold darkness, lighting up misted breath and steam from the food trucks. … More The Fair
Why do my thoughts not Fit, to rhyme and Pentameter and verse? Why must they drag blunt and Too long for subtle sounding wording Or graceful metaphors? My thoughts are not flighty Not hard to pin down But hard to make pretty And musical Always an irregular beat too long.
“It wasn’t that bad.” I tell myself, looking at the girl who ended her life when I didn’t. “He never hit me.” I tell myself, watching the woman talk about how she feared for her life when he raised his fist. “Sometimes he was good to me.” I remember as I justify the times that … More Comparable
That fluorescent pink tinged feeling, The way people look from the corner of your eye. The sounds of laughter and whispering you aren’t included in. Hot and shivery and prickly. A drop in the stomach that twists at the end. Unpleasant, queasy, unsteady, wrong. Lonely.
He lay there half buried in sand, A ruined structure that once housed a man, Now housing only bottom feeders. How he got there he can’t recall, No memories survived the fall. Who was he before? Was he a sailor on one of the ships That pass by over the abyss, Until storms … More Skeleton Dreaming
Every day I kill you. When I wake up alone in my own bed, I kill your clutching arms When I get dressed and leave my home, I kill the voice that kept me indoors When I see my friends, on my own, I kill your cancelled plans When I buy new clothes, ones I … More Self-Defence Plea
Nyx has scorned me. Hypnos will not be summoned but during daylight hours. The night surrounds but does not enfold me, leaving me restless and without peace. My tired mind slips to less welcome sons of the night. In daylight I waver, weakened and pale, missing the sweet touch on Diane’s silver and longing for … More Nyx
Spitfire Words 