Flame

      Published in the November Issue of Clementine Zine - https://issuu.com/clementinezine1/docs/november_issue

         

A flame has no shadow,

The overwhelming brightness

Exceeds the need for darkness,

Like a higher entity, like a great shine floating above reality,

Like you.

 

You had no warning signs, no shadow or darkness –

At least that’s what you see from the outside.

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Down   

Published in Issue 06 of Potted Purple magazine -

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This is the day when the demons decide to descend the cubbyholes in the mind, even curled up from crevices of the human body,

This is the day where a wretched spirit, unlimited in form, decides to swoop,

Down, down, down, and drag the cursed soul,

Down, down, down the suffocating narrows of a dark well.

 

Not strong enough to clasp,

Not strong enough to clamber its way out of the menacing depth,

Down, down, down the grip loosens,

Shoved down, down, down into the mass of muddy water.

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Who knows why the water beckons its dirty fingers?

Who knows what could be lurking in the massy waste?

Staring, down, down, down below,

Down, down, down, I cannot pull myself out.

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Apprehension

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Empty rooms and decrepit corners of moulding wood

Years of confinement demanding a putrefying tang

A stench on the nostrils

Your breathing the only sound that disrupts the musty air

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Let me take you back to when this sad house was rich with furniture

And life in every crevice in every moment of every day

Are you ready?

 

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Woman

Published in Issue 5 of Eclectic Magazine - https://www.instagram.com/p/CIRQJBQneZl/

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Luscious layers of silky black secrets,

Cascading down the winding spine,

A journey, follow it with your fingertips,

Follow it with your wandering eyes.

 

Bony white woman, and her bony white features,

Her skeleton is disturbing her,

Warping her,

Interrupting her,

Clawing at the edges,

Ruthless, corrupting skeleton.

 

Untouched emerald green eyes,

Fierce against the frail frame,

Bewitched eyes, bewitched tricks,

Outlive the skeleton.

 

 

 

 

 

Matchstick Love

You were like fire.

I indulged in your warmth, at your very intimate presence,

The flames flickered restlessly in your blood.

 

You were my shining purpose, my beacon,

Shedding light into my wretched world,

You lit up the room – and yet –

 

There was a side to you, a side that still lingers on my fingertips,

From the burning flame,

As it made its way through,

The treacherous wood of doomed time.

 

You were fire,

You were a deception,

And then you were gone.

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Waves

Something stirred and awoke within me,

A little spirit with an intense pull,

Towards the intimacy of the sea,

My heart wheezed before it became full.

 

So run away from your burdening lives,

Constantly forcing yourself round the bend,

The relentless waves cut the air like knives,

Your incessant oblivion begs to end.

 

But the shore gets a blow, a tremendous hit,

It becomes too repetitive, too sad,

Desperate drags of the earth, a misfit,

A reflection of the troubles you’ve had.

 

You are so deeply wedged inside your mind,

You have not heard the cry of the waves, blind.

 

 

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 The Cat

Black hair,

Silky hair,

Long Hair,

And always the cat.

 

White skin,

Soft skin,

Pale skin,

And always the cat.

 

Green eyes,

Fierce eyes,

Striking eyes,

And always the cat.

 

Weak hands,

Frail hands,

Sickly hands,

Now it’s just the cat.

 

 

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 Forgotten

The mysterious whisper amongst the trees,

The subtle shudder of the leaves,

Is where it lingers.

 

A century away, a decade, a day,

People will travel into the woods and say:

 

Do you hear the gentle whisper of the trees?

The subtle shudder of the leaves,

Calling out for a love now forgotten.

 

 

 

Fading

All laid up in this lonely bed,

The nurse told me to lay down my head,

A thousand memories, a thousand ties,

All they seem now is a thousand lies.

 

Look at me now, an old frail soul,

Shrivelled skin and an ugly brown mole,

I asked about my father today,

“Your father has long gone now” they say.

 

Ten minutes they take changing my clothes,

They look at me as I try stand up on my toes,

Do they know I used to turn eyes?

I could dance the night away with a hundred guys.

 

John, Katie, Liam, Ben,

People I wish I could see again,

But the names are fading like these yellow walls,

Memories drifting away into empty halls.

 

A doctor came to see me, told me the illness I bear,

I simply stared at him with a vacant stare,

I’m here, the woman that could still be,

So tell me why does he look straight through me?

 

A dark, cold room with a dark, cold fate,

I never asked to close this gate,

No house anymore, no knock on the door,

A young mind and an old body at war.

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The Grass is Greener

I’m an observer now

I’m no longer inside

I’m protected by the window

But I’ve looked in

I am not upset

How can I be?

 

The window is shut the pane is sealed

Is the pain sealed?

It can’t seep through to me now

Can it?

I’m on the other side

The grass is greener

 

The air is cleaner

I can breathe

It looks murky inside

Or is that just the window

I can’t tell

I am not upset

 

A small pang of sadness if I touch the window

Best not.

There’s no point looking now

The grass is greener

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The Future

She looks down amidst the endless ticking

Grinning mischievously in her wistful knowledge she says

“Look what I’ve got in store for you”

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