Category Archives: Poems

London Stands.

If you wanted to disrupt the state of this state,
You will find that you’ve made a grave mistake
You have picked a nation that has pride
And you will not decide when we divide.

We are a nation standing proud, laughing loud,
Gathering around and holding hands.
The sound of crowds rings out as we shout
That we are not afraid, and we will not be played.

We are the kind of people to drink tea and unite
Rather than lose ourselves in a fight with ourselves.
You will not terrorise us into demonising
Those that we live and love with.

We are the kind of people to run towards
Not hide, holding out our arms open wide.
London stands and its people stand with it-
All creeds, all colours, all kinds- Side by side.

 

 

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Ever feel like an outsider in your own skin,
Like everything around you has a way of crawling in,
And ripping from your flesh, pulling thread from bone,
Hollows out your heart, and builds itself a home?

Worry-Doll

Crystal glass terrarium,
soft, smooth, glide, prove.

Inside, a male & female pair,
Dolls with whom this glass cave I share.

Performing for them everyday, ironic,
Encouraging breaking, reaching out.

And on my knees, head bowed I pray,
Learning whatever lesson it is today.

Punching, punching hard, on glass walls.
Punching my way out, for them.

Breaking free like shadow out of sun,
Like sun out of clouds, rushing air out of glass.

Shock wave force from out my heart,
Shatters the smooth glass cage I’m in.

That air, once trapped, now free,
Out I go flying, singing, “Follow me.”

Out I go, like kite in air,
but no string to reel me back again.

There, they sit and stare. Achieved
what they said, not wanted.

Aim and aspiration as lines to stay inside,
As safe space, not pathway to another place.

Crumble inwards little pair, separate and fall.
No longer are those walls so safe,

Nor comforting to little minds, I’m sure.
Come fly, fly free, but do not follow me.

Never-ending little space fractured by the power,
that you nurtured (unknowing, unwanted) in me.

This was not what you expected, for me,
To rise to such heights as to finally be free,

And wanted, and strong, and, well, me.
But in you go, and in you stay,

So crumple, little worry-dolls,
And no more think of me.

 

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Mezzanine

Warm hand upon my back,
As beneath my arms,
Upon which my head rests,
The emery board granite sits,
Sprayed, as I, by gusts of sea,
Mingled, lost, in the tears upon my face.

Pretty bird, small, hops on,
White painted panels,
Of a holiday shack,
By our promenade.
Light blue surrounds my bird;
Towels and flags, deck chair fabric.
Hopping little creature,
In a sea of its own.

Hide and seek played in,
Great woods of pine,
and bracken. Tall, and gone.
We never meant for it to end.
An endless time, joyful,
Spent together in love.

Crashing, cliche, but true,
Breakers crash on the wall.
Shore submerged, sinking,
and suffocated below.
Else the wind gusts, no respite,
Cold, but needed.

Held in but one hand,
I squeezed and squeezed,
Pressing nails into skin,
Leaving marks upon palm,
That would die off only hours later.
The bird died quicker.

Blue tit, great tit, wagtail,
I can’t decide.
Whichever one, it was not wise,
For now, I have nothing left,
But memories of those shifting sands,
And lies.

 

 

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Love Letter (Unfinished, always)

I want to send you a love letter,

To say all the things I mean

When I send you everything else.

 

Each song I send you,

Each lyric a kiss,

Whether you listen or not.

 

Each scribble I make for you;

for me;

of you.

 

Each post I tag you in, each meme.

I say the things I cannot say out loud,

The things I can’t even think.

 

I miss you.

 

 

 

[Soundtrack: Coin-Operated Boy, The Dresden Dolls]