Poetry Wednesdays: ‘Nothing’

Nothing Life screams at me every day, and I laugh. It says, "The sun will rise along with your hopes, then I'll crush them in the palm of my hand." And I wonder... Is this a scare tactic? I thought life could do better than that. I've watched horror films scarier than that. I've eaten …

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Poetry Wednesdays: ‘The Lips of the Sun’

The Lips of the Sun You're related to death. Spirit guides as best friends. Black cloaks and pitiful jokes. Your emptiness, Infects me. Becomes me. Wiping its tears on my sleeve, Before pulling apart my heart. The silence is beautiful - Omnipotence. The lip biting seduction, Of apathy. I know of the banquets you hold, …

Poetry Wednesday’s: ‘Bring a Hangman’s Noose’

Bring a Hangman’s Noose I sculpted my mind from the violence of humanity, Where destitution and dissonance, make up all of our wiring, Where musical geniuses seep into the tediousness of silently, Writing soliloquies about rhyming the word oranges, But they do it all quietly. Just to settle the monsters under their beds, The creatures …

Poetry: ‘Why’

Why There's a song that repeats in my head. The melody, slow and purposeful, Each beat crafted and shaped into the perfect jigsaw piece, Building the puzzle that is who I am. The song is dark. It paints a picture in my mind, A midnight sky with stars that glow red And shadows that cast …