I still have your t-shirt. It’s red, like our passion Was Like my anger is. Like our sweating, breathing, My moans. I still have your t-shirt. I don’t know why. I touch it’s fibres And feel your coarse skin At 3 am when the world Was too much And I needed to feel The heatContinue reading “A Memory”
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So Far
What a dent has been left. I cannot move and yet every ounce Begs for activity, Until a small tapping plays To the tune of my own silence.
Old Fashioned
Pretence at a marble topped temple. Surety of a citrus covered habit. An unessential burn of people. Welcomed smiles and a nervousness of What if. What if it burns my eyes And grows my bed Until the other side is lost To the fuller. Why do I know them But I feel like a strangerContinue reading “Old Fashioned”
Power
I am tired of the ghosts. The ones who say they are there but you turn around only to find an echo. I am not just another rock pool they can visit until the tide comes in. I am filled with the lifetime of a thousand worlds, I know secrets and magic they could onlyContinue reading “Power”
Because
I ride waves. But the water is filled with the sewage of 10000 people, 10000 possibilities, 10000 ways to stop. I hold my beliefs for myself, But my self doesn’t hold my beliefs for me. It makes me question Whether what I think is reality Or if reality even exists. And it’s easier to letContinue reading “Because”
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A brief introduction!
I thought I’d post some of my poetry before introducing myself and what this website is. So, hi! Welcome, I hope you enjoy my work. I’ll be posting more poems and segments of the books I have written in the coming weeks and months. I’ll also be sharing all the acting work I get toContinue reading “A brief introduction!”
Wanderer
Death has kissed my skin in the depths of a darkened night, and held me so close I held my breath for fear of him leaving.
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Words
Words spilling, toppling, piling, Words miles high and inches long. What words come out may lead thoughts Shatter dreams, end lives. I have words within me, like Piracy, plinth and magical, Dreaming. These spell out or, Rather, express the noise inside me. Wanting a voice, yet feeling Empty, unnoticed. It ends All inspiration. You mayContinue reading “Words”
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