Where are you? Are you here? I can feel you In the air I can smell you In the embers set alight By my flame My smile shines A beacon on you, Invisible Man My dreams tell me You linger At the end Of every corner They do not … More Invisible Man
My heart is made of hands Hands are made to hold So mine must not work I throw myself into the sharp wind for you I throw myself but never allow myself to fall Afraid of any pain that doesn’t come from my homeless hand from my sick mind … More Can I Fall While I’m Frozen?
Come out I know you’re there You hide In the shadows of the sun You’re waiting for me I’m here My heart is sending out beacons For you I know you’re afraid Meeting me will be The end Or that we’ll implode Bursting with uncontainable joy But I am not your … More Hide & Seek
So, this is a little late in the making, but it’s all good. I had originally published a welcome post when I first began this blog, but the whole concept changed so I thought the welcome post ought to too. First of all, thank you for taking the time to read this and visit my … More Welcome!
Come inside. Come on in, don’t be shy. The paint on the walls has just about dried. Come on in, and feel it. Place your hands against it. That’s right, let them glide. Oh, don’t be afraid. All those screams you hear, they’ve been locked away. Remaining forgotten. … More Housewarming in My Mind
Sitting at the table Heart racing I’m afraid to breathe Afraid to see Afraid to just be My heart Steals air from my lungs And my hands stumble Across cold wood Wanting to hold To be held My jaw Clamps around my cheek Drawing blood I’m reminded I am alive … More Family Lunch
My tongue fumbles around Clumsily trying to speak Your language I trip over it And find myself In the ‘FOREIGNERS’ line Queuing with my western passport My provocative attire And strong accent But you have branded me Burned your identity into me Giving me two faces Neither complete Both hungry For wholeness … More Going ‘Home’
I speak in a language Only doctors understand My letters melting Into each other In one confused scribble On a prescription pad My heart bleeds Where my mouth speaks And my tears wash The blood away I have not drowned, I remind myself But I wake up To the sound of waves … More Subtitles
Drip Drip Drips of red Come falling From her cracked soles One hand over her eyes The other Searching For foreign Skin Teeth grinding Tongues licking Hungry people Waiting Tasting Drip Drip Drips of red Exciting Their impatient appetites A step Or two On the tethered rope … More Nova The Tightrope Walker
She cried With her words Pain Pouring Uncontrollably from the corners of Her firm mouth Pressing Her thin lips Together As they shook GULP. Swallowing evidence of Pain How raw her throat must be Her bones Would speak Words she could not Cracks all along her spine L … More The Grand, The Stupendous Broken Girl