Thank You for Making Me Smile, Love

When I exist In a space Of love It doesn’t Hurt less It hurts Clearer And good People Find me In the midst Of little Despairs Making repairs By sanding The edges of my Smile (I’ve turned to Wood) They let My cheeks Draw rainbows In the air And I Am constantly Amazed That healingContinue reading “Thank You for Making Me Smile, Love”

Covering Your Teeth

My skin is inhaling hope Through pores that Have known too much Contempt When the sun rises I see your name And I take The syllables of Your breath To my prayers I ask for protection And light that rests As it must, instead Of going dark We are a part Of a living deathContinue reading “Covering Your Teeth”

The Men Who Took Their Dreams

Sometimes, I wander riverbeds In my dreams And think About the songs My grandmothers Sang, when the winds Beat the cottage roof Down Broken skin And torn hangnails Decorate the hands Of my kin I watch women Bare breasts To the open sea And scream ‘What about me?!’ Except, it’s all In my dreams AndContinue reading “The Men Who Took Their Dreams”

#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood

And so,In the wildwoodI trembleAmong weedsThat growEven in the dark.Even in myheart,Where I havetried,to stamp them out.Today,I admittedYou had no place to inhabitbut painand I’ve beeneating saladsall weekendin some vainhopethat greenerywill sprout withinmeI am tiredIn the wildwoodI am tremblingMy bodyIs disrepairingAnd repairing Like the sunAfter rainI feignAn indifferenceTo this newWildnessEnteringI trembleAnd I write Songs totheContinue reading “#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood”

#songswithoutmusic; Like a dream

In my mindThere’s a storyRunning slowlyLike a dreamI can’t Get out so easilyIt hurtsI knowIt hurts you tooIt sounds Like a fire alarmThat won’t stopScreamingLook here at the pastStay where they toldYou to beI watchThe stars fallAnd it’s alreadyDecember babyI fallWith the leavesSlowly intoMy dreamsIt sounds like a fire alarmThat won’t stop sayingHereStay here, you’veContinue reading “#songswithoutmusic; Like a dream”

Between the Song of the Sea, and His Lips

It felt like a little too muchtoo quickbut I fell into your armswithout the thoughtsthat struggle to breakopen my mind was settled onsomething else, someone elsethen I ignored the voiceand went midnight swimmingwith a strangerwhen the world’s a strangerand the water licks my ankleslike I’m meant to be thereand I shivered in his armsas heContinue reading “Between the Song of the Sea, and His Lips”

There’s A Moment When…

There’s a moment when, The wind rushes through my hair, I’m walking and then, The water ripples with strange dreams, I’ve only ever seen, In my sleep There’s a moment when, I grasp a pen, and sweat I feel But can’t see, stops me thinking The words get jammed at the nib, And I’m notContinue reading “There’s A Moment When…”

Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirtsIt seemed the airLifted her higher Sheets of fabricRustled against her skinReminding her how thin Life wasWithout danceAnd subtle movement In a tranceShe heard violinsBreak the dawn She had crafted from dreamsThat settled in her chestThe night before And as the stars began to singShe settled inAnd woke up The dream siftedContinue reading “Swirling Skirts”

I Love You

In the ground I grind outA beat with my teethThrough my feet The earth reverberatesOr is it meControlling how the dirt Eats my stampingWhen I feel I’m dancingIn the stone hearth Of a forest We cut downYears ago Like my heartstringsIt’s strong and steadyBut frayed After years of untanglingDetangling, unravelingI sit In the sticky messContinue reading “I Love You”

The Beginning…

He whispered into her ear as they stealthily moved through train carriages. The heyday of all intercity trains had been left in the dust of 90’s grime, but she loved the anonymity, and unwashed hair smell of the seats. She chuckled. The ticket master wouldn’t find them now. She was already aware that the denimContinue reading “The Beginning…”