I’d never seen snow dance. Like a frozen ocean, crashing waves on the pavement, But gently floating as if taken up to the sky. Swirling gently as a flowing dress, A dream come out to play, Whistling gently at the glass, As we drift sleepily away.
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A Memory
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”
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”
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.
Lily Portman 