I’ll try harder next time

I'm afraid today's poem won't be much good. The sun on my skin Is making me far too happy, And I keep accidentally saying 'Good morning', 'Hello', and 'Good day' to the people who walk by. I tried coming outside To be inspired by my loneliness, But I'm afraid I'm more inspired By the green,…

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It’s called sarcasm, dear

I didn't get a chance to write today- I was too busy sweeping the Floors of my chambers- Although I did leave a few cobwebs, Just for inspiration. I tried to find the spiders To invite them to dinner, But I think they abandoned me With the rest of humanity- Why, oh why?   I…

My Goddesses and I

Sugared wings And toasted words flicker In the golden reflections Of elderflower And fizz, And grapes from the yard That grew in ghostly silence Beside the thorn tree. That is also where I blossomed- Beneath autumn rain And summer suns- That is where My celestial mouth Caught its first breath. And I have endured Many…

The 14:10 train to Amsterdam Centraal

There's a certain kind of freedom That comes with jumping on a train Alone. Albeit, A freedom that has an exact date, Time, And a popular destination- But is freedom, non the less... And I didn't so much as jump, As I did shuffle quietly on board. But as I sit with my fellow passengers-…

Changing Tides

I take it you're not Accustomed to the changing Tides of the real world.  

Key

Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.

Do Something

It's hard for me to be inspired By the world sometimes. I look out my window and See only rows and lines And wheels being dragged Along black and white Roads, And I wonder why this life? Why this time? Why not one full of fairy tales, And colour, And people I'm not afraid to…

I’m Comfortable Here

I feel comfortable here: This blanket, This screen, This mug I can curl myself around; I have found a home And you'll have to burn it Before I think about leaving. These walls These rooms, These routines, You'll have to close every door, And seal very window, Before I consider venturing Out further; Before I…

Confession

I have something to confess:   I don't upload every poem I write.   It's not that I don't trust you, But... It's just... Some things should never Make it out of my head; Some words don't deserve The life I gave them; Some papers just need To be burned.   Some things I am…

Floating

Floating. Floating. That's my favourite past-time. Just floating; Like a balloon on the end of A bit of string- A floating witness But only thinly attached, And anyone At any moment Could pass me a pair of Scissors.