22nd April – This Thing
We never knew what to call it at the time, This thing we had going on. Friends? Of course, but not nearly enough. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? No, that wasn’t right; it was too soon. Lovers? Yes, that one...
View Article23rd April – Stop
Stop, stop - Stop everything! Too much, all at once, Cascading down around Thunder claps and drum rolls; Every imaginable sound. Stop, stop - Stop the noise! My head won’t stop pounding, Every single...
View Article24th April – The World Turns Slowly Over
The sun stretches His great arms across the sky, Heaving a sleepy sigh As he gives light to a new day. Just sit and breathe, And wait and watch, As the world turns slowly over.
View Article25th April – Conversations
Conversations That I’d love to have with you, About who we are And what we’d like to do, With our lives as we get older; Before our dreams start getting colder. We’d speak of silly things; Broken...
View Article26th April – Gone
You’re gone, gone, gone again, So far you can’t see yourself. You’re lost to your demons, With nothing to believe in. It’s here, here, here again, This all too familiar feeling. It’s burning inside...
View Article27th April – Breathe
Twisting shapes in the mirror, Trying to see yourself clearer; You’re wishing to waste away, Your body starts to sway. Breathe, in and out, To stop yourself from shutting down; Bones can break easily...
View Article28th April – Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all? The razor frame with perfect teeth, Or the larger one with soft, round cheeks? Mirror, Mirror, hanging there, You are the witness of all our...
View Article29th April – The Abyss
Trapped in a spiralling abyss; The darkness coast and clings like tar. The blackness, an oozing misery river, Seeping slowly but surely through my veins Until blood ceases to flow. Midnight dulls the...
View Article30th April- Mind Map
You look into my eyes And you see a map of my world. Others shy away, yet you Are an intrepid explorer. You alone want to climb The mountains of my mind, Treacherous and steep though they be. You...
View ArticleNaPoWriMo Complete!
Alas, dear friends and followers, National Poetry Writing Month is no more! Thirty poems were written in thirty days, through the arduous efforts of a trusty biro and the wracking of brains to produce...
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