creep into my closing eyes
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The Ease of Falling
“we’re history
there’s no point in anything. Just kiss me”
Locked Down
Scrolling. Losing control. I’m trying, really, I am, to refresh the page and start over.
From the Window
When we dipped our toes in the devil’s honeyed water, your eyes became blinding blue fluorescent lights. Why did they make me stare for so long?
Apocalypse
First post of twentytwentyone 2021… in February, yes I know. I’ve been working on quite a lot of poems so … More
Summer’s Apology
inch by inch,
watching the whiteness shrink
Singing for Idols on a Drowning Island
It is the light,
that blinds realism
so I can see.
Memoir to Myself
Dear future self- sigh google said this would help it’s not like I’ve got the virus anyway, I’d like to … More
Finding You (foyle 2020)
Those, too, crossed seas,
crossed continents, just to be
Pandora’s Crime
Pandora will tell describe
how it was hope, alone
which allowed her to survive.
Enveloped
lost to a red abyss
between hesitant words and a half blow kiss-
beheld by candlelight,
Don’t let the grass grow
Build a city. Build a home.
But just don’t let
that grass grow.
Wet Summer
embraced by nature, then let go
again.
Left to Drift
when the ocean spreads between
I stay, free
but bound eternally
by tugging tides of curiosity
Free Flowing Fighter
They bleed,
from their pain-
seeping inside,
these unspoken
frustrations
A Week in a Day in a Lockdown Life
To float in streets,
where nature walks free.
Las Maravillas y Las Mariposas/ marigolds and butterflies
Si fuera a pie If I were standing Contigo, With you Allí There Mirando al cielo Looking at the sky … More
Pilgrimage of a Garden Chair
Better to be made king
of the non-living,
than born martyr
in sunken clay.
The Clouds Still Cover Us
We are not bad people,
We just did bad things.
Table Top Tantrum
Broccoli makes my braces snap,
Carrot makes my heart collapse.
Change Direction
They say ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Don’t Let Her Down
Sneak a sideways glance
squeezing soap
and wash your hands
An Ode of Adolescence
bare hands- rugged and sweet- slip
to absorb this tear stained cheek
…
Laundrette
You’re in my mind
going round and round
…
Cover Up
I bow down to the great empress;
Defeated.
The masks that smile
and cover
my flaws
with a different type of
paintbrush.
New Beginnings
basking in the rays of freedom.
relishing in the risk of nothingness
Hazy Days
Inspired by the brief feelings and
fantasies
of alternate realities.
All This Time
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Invisible Cities: Poetic Response
Beware of perfection the ripples of dreams and dangers, of impotent possibility beware of your desires: for nightmares haunt the … More
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