Abandoned

ABANDONED Abandoned thoughts Unloved,unprotected,unkind I seek freedom Abandoned needs Unhungry, unthirsty, unfit I seek belonging Abandoned feelings Uncertain, unchained, undoubtful I seek out my identity Endlessly  

TICK TOCK – #13

  It’s not a truth serum I reassure in the first instance You won’t make me quack like a duck? You inevitably reply Only if you want to I smile   Nor will I get you to eat an onion thinking it’s an apple But…

PUTIN – #9

It’s said his lips are stained With beet juice he drinks every morning So smart in his jacket and tie The heartthrob of his own imagination In the heart and heads  Of so many lies a tremor Fear of his selfish devastation Turn on the…

MY MOUTH WON’T OPEN – Hour 2

(Being 44) I don’t know  Neither do you nor the dog Perhaps the dog knows   You work away I spend my days  torturing myself   Lost in the lack of you Lack of me Something is amiss   I feel guilty You have acquired…

19. Are you afraid?

Are You Afraid or are you in love? In one case you will be more afraid and in the other, you will receive a bunch of money   Are You Afraid or are you in love? You can’t be both you know

Dear pen

Dear pen, will you please bleed and die to the last drop. I’ve a wound so deep There is blood in my mouth, and an ocean uneasy in my eyes. Dear pen will you please bleed and die. I’ve a story to tell but words…

Friday Night

Carrie shivered  her chilled skin untouched by the piles of blankets on her bed. Her pale face bleached by the waxing moon that shone in through the thin cotton curtains. Mum had made them from a tablecloth bought from a charity shop. They didn’t quite…

Hour 03 – Before Darkness

Before Darkness Before darkness can bring about the night And steal the world’s colors from your sight, Paint all your memories in vivid hues To play and then rewind, if you should choose And in your dreams, keep all the colors bright. You cannot halt…

Hour One

Eden’s Labor   Glaring at the rusty clock, measuring minutes between her contractions with such a fragile hand she wrote them. Her pain would be no more.   Groping into the dark of night, beginning the thirtieth hour. no warrior could fathom such a strength…

Haiku #9

I walked through my room. I saw the bug on my wall. It screamed in horror.