Lingering

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Often,

I bleed days like I bleed water

no pigment

no red to stain the windows that house my waking state

Clear lines on old faces

telling stories with a dash of mystery thriller

A baby cries and the smell of apple pie

baking

lingers on the tongue of some poor girl

on her seventeenth go at this thing called ‘diet’

My eyes witness endless movie scenes

without the magic of an edited movie screen

and so my lips curve upwards at the slightest falter in a step

as though stepping out of place

was the most humiliating thing you could do

in this game they called ‘life’

Sandpaper

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You savoured my thirst

with a swollen kiss

and laid me to rest on sandpaper

My back peeled away

revealing the spineless flesh

that has made me Pinocchio’s heir

dangling on ancient strings

~

I was a liar from the start

before you were even ten feet away

walking the uneven path

eying me like a wolf

hiding in the skin of his young

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And when you drifted away

you left a knotted puppet

tangled on a nameless beach

grinding her face into the sand

Endless Friend

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My endless friend will surely be there

when my breath is almost spent

We will laugh at all the fun we never had

when lingering in our thoughts instead

Lying on my bed

eyes closed and yet awake

something always unspoken

and tears, always waiting to be shed

~

There is nothing unique about us

and yet we are completely original

in the way our journey’s met

and the path we paved from then

The way we seemed to always leave

and always return again

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My forever friend is sealed to me

for I stitched her into my skin

making us part of the same outfit

worn by many

tossed, tumbled and torn

yet never going out of style

never unsuitable for any event

~

We are an infinite lie

told on television screens

two souls

one hand

flicking through the channels

and never stopping long enough

to see an episode’s end

~

How imperfect we are

my friend whom I nearly lost

over and over again

who I know will surely be there

when my breath is almost spent

 

 

Today’s Thought

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Meditation changed my life. If you haven’t tried it or think its hippy dippy nonsense then you will never understand the relief that comes from escaping yourself for 30 minutes. The first time I meditated, I woke to discover that the person I thought I was never truly existed. At 25 years old I met myself for the first time.

Today’s Thought

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It’s ok to start all over again everyday. Sometimes you just need to feel like you can change something tomorrow. I like waking up everyday and believing it’s the beginning of my new life. That way I can approach people like I’m meeting them for the first time. There’s so much more joy in life when every part of the so-called “mundane” weekday has something new to discover.

Morning Coffee Stop

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I wander for a while on polished tiles

and never consider slipping

or melting under the neon lights

of commodities blanket halls

I glimpse outside

and the sky tells a lie

the day should wake

but it is night-time still

a grey day consuming

the should-be summer haze

I raise my Mocha “To Death”

saving nothing for life

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sisterhood

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There is a joy of sisters

who know both the Sun and the Moon of our soul

and the constellations of our mind

Who breathe the light that radiates from our eyes

and grieve with us the death of a smile

Who know the beauty of a teardrop

falling gently on a naked shoulder

The salty sting to bind them in

an embrace only felt by sculptures

 moulded side by side