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Poem-a-Day 31/31
There is no such thing as an apt finale. They say love makes you us me we crazy. blind. stupid. It don't. If it did we could be forgiven the ways we destroy ourselves for it. Cherries in autumn, awaiting the tide. Paper nooses, humming listless lullabies.
Poem-a-Day 30/31
Eggy Thoughts Rain squeaks on pain; Listing discrete reasons; Branch; stem; leaf; droplet; Velvet tongue, gnarled voice; Like energy, logic cannot breed.
Poem-a-Day 29/31
Teething Heart These red dreams are a new variation Slashing out the detail from my eyes, A tremour in the shadow of my bloodstream, Clot of congealed hope, unlabelled Resource for some neverwas realisation, No answers recognisable under forearm epidermis, Scared to not choose the number of moments left till lift off.
Poem-a-Day 28/31
Glass Hot
i’m making phone calls again to check i’m here A tree branch drooping with lightness embraces my face Split second bruise of joy i am attracted to a colossal pyre of a human Reaching out to empty. my eyelashes are flying off of my face, Dispersing boiled memories, babbling, washing me out Of nature’s hemline.
Poem-a-Day 27/31
Labour Pains Tambourine sunshine, flowered eyes, Tangible pleasantries taut between teeth, Accepting we aren't our ultimate selves.
Poem-a-Day 26/31
The Honesty Box i fear my idle mind is not imaginative enough, To stop gin thoughts and ragged pins, To hold the membrane of a smile up To the dibble-dabble dapple lights, Playing my thoughts out like poker chips, Bluffing myself; everyone else must see The abject coward, delirious on rented originality.
Poem-a-Day 25/31
London Town Cold violin on a blue bridge, Fuzzy voice held high Jostled anonymity And electric air. A place of the self determined, An asylum of damned Stars and stories, a temple of Potential, smoked out of itself, constantly changeable, Home as long as you like.
Poem-a-Day 24/31
Spoilt Gratitude wasn't built strong enough to do more than gild, Hands weren't formed soft enough to reel my soul back in Stares were short enough that I resort to words, Honoured by your moments, To tell the soundless truth that I love you More than romance or fleeting passion, Just as a constant; One of the only ones I've ever known.
