Who am I now? NaPoWriMo poem 5

If I could start again on this carousel ride
I’d tell you to fuck off before you got into my mind
But here you are living rent free
On this empty landscape of mine

Not even useful like a weed
You’re just invasive
Scarring my heart
As you till and dig the dirt
Agitating every part of me

Growing your narcissistic supply
Killing all that was native in me
Sometimes I wonder aloud
‘Who am I? Who am I now?’ 

Agony: Poetry 4 for NaPoWriMo

The tears make bokeh of the headlights
Careening around this corner
This is the only time we felt alive
Our skeletons waiting to discard this flesh
And death didn’t half look dashin’
The way he danced and took our breath

And when your lips fall from their hinges
In shock and agony
When the anguish rolls across your face
And your lungs expand with empty space
Know this was the ferocity
That pulled us to our knees
And we were only ever sorry
We couldn’t make it to the other side
Of the storm

Poem written ‘off the cuff’ ‘in the moment’ for poem 3 NaPoWriMo

You tell her she’s butchered her body
Without regard for compassion
Though you say it’s from that place
you say your words
Even though they’re said in haste
Without a thought to the hurt you place
Upon another’s shoulders
All because you don’t understand their way

You say you don’t hate
You just don’t see her how she says
And you will bend at the whim
Of your own emotional reaction
While saying facts don’t care about feelings
But neither does her dysphoria care about yours
So fuck your hate
And shove it up your arse
Those feelings are your own to contemplate

Blue sirens and yellow daffodils. #NaPoWriMo poem 1

Blue sirens
Blue lights smother the sky
Urgency is calling
999

Mouth agape
Heart falling apart
Memories whiz by
In the taillights

Mourning rises
Flowers point to the sun.
As if the world didn’t stop
The night it went wrong

Daffodils dare to live
In front of you
Yellow and bold

Confronting you
Defying all breath
heavily exhaled from your lungs

How come life carries on
After she’s gone?

The savageness of being human

A contortion of years
Pass by on faces
For milliseconds at a time

Frankenstein’s skeletons within
Gargoyles screaming
Through the pores of our skin

Stories running through the wrinkles
Harbouring humour
Creasing at the thought of those we’ve lost

Skin sagging with the baggage
Being human
Consciousness a savage

Wreaking havoc
On our mammalian brains