surrender to sleep
colourful subconscious speaks
revealing desires
Tag: writing
What I am
What am I?
If I leave no trail-
if my existence dwindles…
Not for me to decide,
or you.
Or him, or her
or them.
I am human-
Grass between toes
Fire consuming heart
Water racing in veins
Air inflating lungs
Life is in me.
Interspecies conversation
Looks me in the eye,
communication is lost.
Some fragments are gleamed.
wiser
mind acquires new thoughts
imperceptible changes
wiser than before
Best excuse
Temper distasteful.
Might get away with it, though.
I am a redhead.
simplicity
simplicity wanes
slight impressions mocked without
interpretation
Rainy days
Another downpour.
Instead of complaining, I’ll
just make the rain laugh.
ink
I don’t write poetry-
My heart pumps ink through my veins and it bleeds out of my fingers to fill an empty page.
burden
when I met you
I thought you were nice enough
we could help each other out
a casual friendship
such as you’d have
with your favourite barista
but since having the unfortunate opportunity
to get to know you better
I realise that
you’re just fucking annoying
so misguided is your over-confidence
I loathe every single second
that I have to bestow pleasantries upon you
with every smile on my face
comes a vibrant thought of disgust
though you’re too thick to realise it
oh, sorry.
I don’t mean to be a bitch, it’s just
Unavoidable dislike leaves such a bitter taste.
the roaring
it roars in my ears
hollowed out by ungrateful sentiments
given rise by prolonged hibernation
through a muted winter
somewhere through mischievous cracks
summer is breaking down concrete walls
skipping over spring altogether
greedy in its ambitions to thwart
to consume until it has dominion
no more me-
only it
a serpent famished, starved
hungry for its next meal
slithering over organs
taking them hostage
coiling through blood
white cells crushed like feathers
beneath smouldering boulders
I am washed over in its image
powerless against its frightening ardor
shaking, I will carry out its desire
I sit here- a once benign spark
atop a tank of eager gasoline
waiting impatiently for ignition
Anyone got a light?
Some call it red 