We lost the sensation in our toes (first),
Roots shot up to the knees…
And itched, and glitched,
Our growth we glitched
We tried to swim a mountain
Wailed to climb a sea
But all we felt was solitude
And broke our arms to flee.
This spike and thorn against my ribs,
The bitter sting and King of Kings
Bit by bit we fell and failed
Until we lost the sensation in our toes.
Here’s how to write a poem: rhyme glitch with glitch, works like a charm.
Yesterday I disappeared
My mind light years away from certainty.
You found me lovely and said you loved me
Between cold toes and rotting fruit,
And then the matter dissolved and shrank.
Evolved into a bitter hatred
It took all but two lingering seconds.
Come Monday I’ll decide that I’m not numb for no good reason.
Cheating peace by faking happiness.
You’re no longer worth my time.
I’m no longer worth my time.
The difference in today
Is it took quicker for me to die.
I stopped writing for ages and sunk back into a deep depression and realised all I feel is nothing. But I kept reading your amazing poems and felt inspired.
…I still can’t write for shit.
Visualise defeat, hanging by its tender threads,
Dread pushed down to box proportions
Packed and sealed and ready to discard.
Guarded by the mighty brain,
We pray,
We pray,
It’s blind and deft to complex terrain.
Visualise light, bursting through a dampened flint,
Printed there in rainbow colours
Dancing fox-trot in your mischievous eyes.
Wise human,
Wise being,
You can achieve anything you want in this world.
If life were a game of Olympics I would get bronze for everything. Because mediocrity is key. I strive to be consistently average.
This one pooled over a stark shade of blue,
Spilled spitefully on top of tender reds and yellows.
Hollow shell of thistle plum, cut brittle on the midnight run.
Bruising violet, violence riotous reaching for an answer,
Cancer spreading forcibly from lavender stem to petal.
The bruise was only penny sized and dispersed like poisoned hives
Contrived and grew like orchid buds, flooding to the corners.
feel like i just need to write just to feel less hopeless about everything around me.
They had projected sharpie onto me
Black and smudged and permanent.
Then I lost the label declining in denial
Rifle ready in my hand to cause a riot
Black ink spreading til my lips were sealed in quiet
Detrimental poisoning caused me lastingly riled
Deranged, hopped up, unbalanced, more,
Torn from the bladder,
Left strewn on the floor.
A tag in which was covered in matter.
Burned thirteen times, stamped on, stabbed,
Dragged through wild winds and pinned
Still pinned, and permanent to my skin.
Girls in school were so mean. Girls in Catholic grammar single sex schools were downright nasty.
This world wasn’t meant for me.
Not for my existence, or my anxiety, or my depression, taking up necessary atoms and photons and neutrons and particles to help make the earth spin on its axis.
This world doesn’t belong to me.
I let it go unwillingly with volatile and timid hands, the very pair that left me maimed and afraid to face society. Instead I developed a habit of losing things.
This world will drive me insane.
By midnight you’ll have loved and left me stranded on a platform with no way to stay asleep and no destination but still nervous of having to wake up the next day.
oh, i’m still here.
We escaped in hunger through crowds of amber,
Flames seized your twisted legs and caused
A reckoning, to shroud you in dread and terror.
They descended as a monstrous pack of shadows,
Clawing rapidly at your bleeding soul,
A hole the size of the black spattered universe.
I asked you if we would endure to see blue,
The hue of the sky in our peripheral vision,
The minerals of the earth planting roots in our feet.
Those trolls washed back and drowned in hell,
We healed and floated upon the foamy shore.
They’ll swarm again until there’s nothing left.
i am not living i am merely existing.
i am not living i am merely existing.
i am not living i am merely existing.
Things I need:
– new job
– new life
These creases in my palms caused angst to grow.
I planted misery with blood and waited,
Bated breath held hostage in my lungs.
My mind slowly unraveled and came undone
And hesitation clouded sensibility,
Until I ran, I split, I sped and soared
Awarding me that final gulp
Of air.
Packed densely with fear and doubt
And blindly I felt until I soared again
Landing deftly into the darkest clearing,
Disappearing back into the creases of my mind.
it’s never as easy as running full force into a wall and knocking the ill feeling out of you. it doesn’t help, it only makes you feel better for a minute.
Did we even wait or linger
On wet beer garden benches?
Inches away from our best mistake,
Made possible by cigarette breaks
And sneaking away from work
Alert to slightest calculations.
Post-alcohol induced touches
Clutching to your arms in downpour
Soaring through muggy weathered rainstorms
Ignoring warnings.
Uncertain, but certain enough.
I met this guy at work, and the first time we went out together we got drunk on vodka and Malibu and soaked in this rain storm and ate 2 for 1 pizzas from Dominos in his car after after midnight.
We’re in March already. How did that even happen?
Slipped toppling out that taxi cab
War wounds bashed over knobby knees and elbows
Clinging to my mate with the bloody gashed chin
Fight me baby I dare you.
I’m wasted, face it, taste all that whiskey
It’s tricky, risky, miss me in the morning
Once the sun shows and I blunder my way home…
Hangover vodka waiting by the bedside
Table, unstable, tripping over cables
Words on backwards and clothes written forwards
Fight me, really, I dare you.
Remember that night where we got it all wrong
Ten shots down and still standing strong
Botching words, unheard by the crowd and music
Pounding out
So damn loud.
Nooooooooooooooo remember that one night in uni you just got so hammered and starting mixing letters in your rum? Yikes.
CROOKED LITTLE GIANT 