I met a boy who looked just like you last night same great teeth and same side profile. his voice was softer than yours but he wasn’t as funny. he didn’t carry the same fireworks behind his eyes that you do. he makes his breathing quieter so he can hear mine led at the foot … Continue reading 19.12
Tag: poetry
pink sludge 26.11
a tupperware box of pink sludge. i hold it in my hands, bloody and bruised guard it with my life even when they tell me it’s worth nothing. that doesn’t matter. i’ll be buried with it six foot underground with the worms and my little plastic box. you pick it out of your teeth every … Continue reading pink sludge 26.11
damage: collateral 27.10
i am blessed with snake eyes. lines of poetry explode behind my eyes like fireworks. sometimes i think of what could’ve been if things had gone differently. is it my fault? did i create the current situations? if so, i am sorry. not for you, but for me you’re happier than i could ever make … Continue reading damage: collateral 27.10
the fox 23.10
i sink into cherry leather my palms sticking to sodden oak making little tears in a john smith’s beer mat. this isn’t your local it’s mine. but you slide into a corner table and slot in like you belong. you blend into the depressing wallpaper and sip a lager shandy. i can see our words … Continue reading the fox 23.10
not very good 21.10
i’m reminded of the time when i stumbled, drunk all the way from my bar to your restaurant. i was unsure of my intentions but all i could think of was you, all consuming, taking all of my brain. i burst through the door after closing sprinting to your open kitchen. you looked shocked to … Continue reading not very good 21.10
Excerpt from my diary 12.8
In the adjustment period of realising I'm a bad person. I'm not ready to change yet. I think about suicide a lot. I wouldn't, because of my parents. but this world is too overwhelming, sometimes. In good and bad ways. And all I want to do is make it stop. I imagine myself sat on … Continue reading Excerpt from my diary 12.8
Untitled 8.6
why do you look at me like that? why do you step closer each time something is revealed about me, as if you’re intrigued? don’t be. there’s nothing to wonder, nothing to uncover or discover about me. does it disappoint you? i’m not a thing that needs saving needs grabbing by the collar and pulled … Continue reading Untitled 8.6
An excerpt from my diary 16.9
Once again, another morning where I wake up in a hotel room with no recollection of how I got there. Once again, I stumble over to the double glazed window, pulling the curtain aside, squinting out onto a dreary blanket of grey; grey sky, pavements, tower blocks. My mouth is dry and my head is … Continue reading An excerpt from my diary 16.9
Swallow 11.9
Look me in the eye and swallow the sword. Do not blink. Do not choke up. Take it, all in one. Feel the sides of the blade hold your throat open like a tent. I think about death a lot for someone who does not want to die. At least, not yet. I picture myself … Continue reading Swallow 11.9
27.8
the temptation to stay here and stagnate is overwhelming sometimes. every day i lose a little bit of my willingness to try. to try and make something of my life. drink my life away in the fox, moulding to the shape of an old leather chair. become somebody’s wife and drink half pints, learn how … Continue reading 27.8
don't listen to me, I'm young and foolish 