Seventeenth of July
The stigma of trauma; with me since the seventeenth of July – Magpies carried our cries as far as the Bonsai of Shanghai. Death used his chest as an armrest; enjoying the hue of purple. Distressed; the...
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So hot; the sky attained a pasty sun burn, Blades of Grass; pale, poke through the dirt; With no condensation, they feel like cacti spines. Gustnado attacks, tornadoes of dirt; Monsoon protects,...
View ArticleShould You Escape The Labyrinth?
Tumultuous cacophony ensues; When anyone dares to escape, Fear, anger, happiness and pain, Of the labyrinth. Contemplate. Rewrite the rules of your life; Use courage to spend time with yourself, And a...
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Scrubbing my house for a third time today I think to myself, is there poetry in this? Frustrated, at the source of this mess, I wonder if my...
View ArticleAnother Dime Store Prince
Another dime store prince living in a nineteenth century ice box. Empty aluminium clamours in the night. He’d already packed my things but wanted my truths. Frozen by fear, my truths are muted, frost...
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