art – Lily Portman

Locked – A Poem

Slow Fizzing silence Moulds around the rooms. Movement settles From the door Closing. Unsat in chairs Linger in unopened windows. Shadows sit tightly Against each detail. Maybe I Am a shadow too.

This is a tangled forest. Dark water falls down, Yet somewhere there is beauty, And it holds my hand. This is a danger forest, A do not enter. But stars shine out great comfort, Between pricking thorns. I must find a get out path, To stop the poison, That breathes in the living air, SweeterContinue reading “The Forest – A Poem”

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”

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”