Have you seen the light above me?
It don’t shine
When you’re not there
Everything isn’t as it seems
I’m all alone and I’m scared
And I know it’s not right
All of these little lies
So you won’t see
I don’t believe
In anything
Poetry
We are mirrors
We are mirrors
Projecting onto one another
Can you bring me back from the brink of hell
Reject me from myself
Anothers eyes
Are mirrors to your soul
You won’t find another
In the gaze of the man
Just yourself
Wishing you were someone else
If you wish to know yourself
Look at someone else
And if they look back
They’ll see themselves
Everyone is an abyss
If you look long enough
They’ll stare back at you
Diplodocus’s teacup
I told Diplodocus he was much too big to sit in that teacup
But sit he did
It was a tight squeeze
That much was clear to see
And he lowered his long neck down to me
“You’re wearing odd socks!” He beamed
Guffawing at the sight of me!
patch man
….A stitched up boy
The world pulling at the seams
sewing on a new face
to hide what’s long since frayed
lips sewn tight
secrets contained beneath patched wounds
a mess of a man
meshed together
custom made
But not to measure
Ancestor’s traumas
The roads had been paved by violence
The residue of our ancestor’s turmoil inside us
Weaving scars
Always sensing
The shadows that walk beside us
Blind
Buckling at the knees
Trying to stand against the turbulent wind
That etches these lines on my face
It’s not age, it’s disgrace
Fallen at every hurdle
I’m not Sisyphus
Never could be
My lips are burdened with the weight of frowning
I’m not an island
Though I tried to be
With all these thoughts
Taking flight like the birds
Around me
Gannets gouge my eyes
And Satan just flies on by
With the little yellow glint in front of their eyes
As they laugh and I cry
They are grace
But what am I?
Frankenstein
An arms race inside my mind
Trying to be of the world
When I’m blind
Birds soar
Birds soar against the wind
Retelling myths
Once believed
Ghosts
A cacophony of laughter fades
Along with the photographs on the page
Turning through time
long flown by
A ghost of a glimmer in her eyes.
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We’re so tiny in reality
The world doesn’t care for you or I
Deep in this monster
We’re just little drone bees
Coming home legless
No longer qualified
Poetry inspired by nature:
Honey bees like a treat sometimes, sap from lime trees. This sap ferments and they get drunk. And if they make it back to the hive, the ‘guard bees’ will take their legs off for punishment.
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My insanity
I breathe in the toxicity
But never the antidote
Because I’m immune
And I’ve got words writhing
Like flies caught in a web
Tongue tied
Into silence
while these monsters
run rampant in my head
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