I used to tremble whenever he kissed me
But now he’s disappeared
And I really miss him –
Haven’t done much
Trembling of late
Tag poetry
Addiction
I want my fix
I want it now
Give it to me
Consequence
I made my bed so
Now I have to lie in it.
I want a new bed.
Lacerations
Lacerations shred my heart
Blood drips to the floor
I languish alone
Moons of Dust
Is our story really over
Have all our chapters reached an end
Will no more lines be written
Have all our sentences been read?
The climax has not yet happened
Our fairy tale not sweet Hollywood
So before I hide the book away
Before it collects a moon of dust
Tell me, is our story really over –
Has it finally reached an end?
Honorable
My mother reached across the void
Crossing her world to mine
She entered my dream
To speak to me
She carried a message
Reminding me
To live a life
More honorable –
Just as she taught
Reality
My dreams reached out to touch me
I lived them, tasted them, felt them
Until they evaporated
And I woke up
To face
Reality
#howrude
I wondered if I should get on the bus that already had a few standing passengers, and not knowing how long until the next one arrived I decided to take the chance, and now I have the first world problem in that someone decided to stand in my tiny little corner of bus space, and now my feet have nowhere to go except through the legs of another man, his legs are touching mine, I can smell his smelly spare shoes in his hand and his back keeps on touching my face, and I am like, really
NOOOOO!!!!!
(My feet were there first! In my space)
Not Enough Space!
I moved my feet out the way so that they won’t be stepped on, all that happened is that someone stepped in my spot, and my feet then had nowhere to go!
#bustravel
Iced Tentacles
Fingers of ice
Extend from the frozen landscape of my life
Wrapping their tentacles around the warm blood of my heart
As they tighten and constrict, threatening to freeze all that they
Would wrap around – like a Boa wraps around its prey –
The life force breathed into me offers a resistance
So strong, that any ice would be unfrozen before destruction
Could occur, and at the end, the warmth of my soul powers
The melting of iced tentacles, so that life and hope and joy
Emerge forth as the victors of this battle that is fought with
Every beating of my heart
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