Road cones and crying wolf We are driving through the dark Your hands are on the wheel But your teeth surround my heart And I am happy thought I’m crying Tears are pooling in my gut As I feel your eyes upon me Accelerator under foot.
Opened up your woodland scene Mr Polly Pocket figurine With you I would love to play Hold your hand throughout the day Moving through your clamshell case Perfect, plastic, great escape Upon your lips I place my own Soft and warm they feel like home But your home can't belong to me Poly isn't the … Continue reading Mr Polly Pocket
Sweat so wet it pours. Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring. My neck, He bites, Bee sting. I'm trapped in his honey . Drowning in nectar I never saw coming. He feeds my sweetest tooth. Only the bees know the words to say. Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through … Continue reading Honey Bee
sleeping in cotton growing back my skin my heart is here somewhere my blood is thin my eyes remain closing never quite shut though I am dosing I can still look Sleeping all winter My hair growing long Dreaming of lovers And all that is gone My mind is resetting Under crisp white snow … Continue reading The Words – hibernation (poem)
As I look to the sky with blurry sight, I think to myself, you were probably right have I lost control of my life? And as Autumn strips the leaves from trees This season is stripping me As I look towards this empty field, I ask myself, when will I heal? Have I lost the … Continue reading Autumn – stripping me (poem)
All you did was take but what more could I give to you? You already had me bleeding and not sleeping because of you I guess I knew when you called me a ‘bastard’ in Paris That whatever me and you once had died on that bridge All the time I’m plastering a smile on … Continue reading The Words – bastard in Paris (poem)
My tears fell onto your hands, clamped around mine, I cried, for all the hurt, For all the love, For all the time, My tears filled up your collar bones, Trickled through your chest, Pooled around your feet, And made our bedroom wet, Flooding, Flooding, Flooded.
I replace the memories like dark over light afraid I’ll never get them back you are gone like the changing moon like a wolf roaming free with its pack
Intoxication I’m a beast The thing our toxic love birthed Tell me what I am What do you want me to be? Tell me why I’m ripping at your clothes Your hands upon my neck My legs around your waist Black Satin I no longer see I’m home, I’m safe I’m no longer caged My … Continue reading The Words – intoxication (poem)
A drum inside my chest A beating in my head Are my toes touching yours? Am I standing on the edge? The edge of never going back Falling into you Hand to hand I’m holding you Are you coming to? Beads of sweat form on my brow Your lips are touching mine Everything is slowing … Continue reading The Words – falling into you (poem)