January 2012
9 posts
There is the quiet threat of summer, looming over our skies.
When i took your hand and smiled at you I didn’t expect you to say, ’ i love you too’ I just wanted you to stand next to me in the rain
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My dear child
what has life done to you?
the doors were open
the curtains would billow
from the night wind.
Lights would dance above your bed
before you closed your eyes
and let the monsters in
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You taught me to dream
You said it was ok
I took my eye off the ball
And now i’m playing catch up
In the endless race
Anonymous asked: I like your lazy works.
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Pushed towards knowledge
by a studded leather glove
We just keep meeting
“Tell me, how many drugs have you taken in the past three days?”
“You know, you are odd.”
“Fine, don’t share.”
“What is with you? All the questions. And the staring, as though there is a something you’ve noticed something about me.”
“I find you fascinating. I admit that and only that. We should be friends.” She jumped up from her...
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Jude Law dramatically reading a bit of “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga
December 2011
4 posts
The man on the bench read his paper intently. Once finished he started again, scouring the torn pages for anything he had missed. Satisfied he hadn’t left anything; he folded it up and then lay across the bench, head resting on the folded paper. His feet hung off the bench, he put one arm over his head and that’s how he stayed for the next ten minutes.
His clothes suggested he wasn’t poor, he was...
“Once I tried to write a book.” I let the words sit between us, filling the silence.
He snorted. I turned to him, and he turned to me. We were way to close. I could see the little scar on his forehead, that scar was my fault. That was the scar he touched when he was nervous or lying. That scar was his excuse to get out of P.E for 3 months. He grew his hair out to cover that scar, I was glad when...
We stumbled from section to brightly lit section, fake living rooms and kitchens, happy with the silence, broken up with the occasional quick witted badly timed joke. It was funny and only we knew why. It must have looked as though we were sharing some great secret, no, we were just happy. in a way that we never noticed. A happiness that buried itself deep inside our skin, under all the layers of...
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She twisted her hands, the ropes tightened, digging in deeper. Lifting her head slightly she peered over the duffle coat stuffed under her head. The room was too dark to see anything. There were dim flickers under the door from the other room. Pulling her legs up, she curled into a ball, her bare legs cold on the wooden floor. Twisting round, she tried to pull the coat over her as much as...
November 2011
7 posts
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fountain of youth fallen to the ground soaked up by the dusty, clean looking peach that is the used to be soft carpet
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A Haiku by Nora Hezus
told to write a poem you won’t get a word from me better luck next time
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“I am clueless” said the gormless waiting man his eyes a light, glowing shadows flickering from his cigarette danced along his face she watched, the thin tip of his glasses slip down his rain drenched nose they soon parted but not with out a final glance, the bus stop meeting always just by chance
“Hello.” That’s all that could be seen on the white board clasped between his grubby fingers. His smile was cut in half, only the tips were visible about the board.
No one waved as he stood, waiting by the bus stop. Just waiting for a reply.
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And these, my final words
I planned to say
Lay forgotten, hidden by my fear
Now just a second thought.
Due to a sudden downpour of depression, work has been halted for the time being, but should resume when the situation clears up.
October 2011
21 posts
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Her thin black dress
Crudely pressed, clinging tight
Against her skin.
Bright red bra, shining through
Sneaky peak over the top
Small bony fingers, jutting out elbows
Her arms all twisted
Bowed legs
Feet at angles
Tousled look, smeared black eyes
Stinging throat from the smoke
Tiny smile, shy and dangerous
Anything you want
she can be.
The price was high but your thrill is...
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low lights and hushes voices the hospital ward has too many feelings
I Take Time
I take time and I use it.
Not in the way that you would,
I use it,
waste it and even try to destroy it.
Nothing works though. Never has.
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My crooked fingers long to paint, to scribe
Only these braces will never loosen
Shackles hung around my wrist until fallen and tight
Familiar helping hands holding me back
Soft hot touches sear
Untraceable marks, tanned, all skin
Drilled in stories, can’t be taken back
Shameful glances set aside
Don’t tell me
…. Just, don’t say that
Unable to rid myself of the plague
I fight harder
Keeping myself...
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my finger slips of the handle wet and cold from the snow i clamber through the tiny cracks there is never enough room
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You can stare at something for hours on end.
Your checks may not blush
Or its colour even slightly deepen.
But to stare at something for quiet sometime
You can be sure, it will not show its true self.
It would take time, time not easily found,
To open something up,
To gain trust that can only be found rarely by accident.
If immortality was a man would he wish himself dead?
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and i take my heart place it in your hands twisted fingers holding secure the only thing i gave you the only thing you wanted and now its yours.
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An explanation is complicated and old.
She cries at us
as though she has been shot
in the leg?
we amble forward
tripping at our dazed steps
we peer down
the wound has found
a place
against her foot
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Heed my words
Daughter Daughter.
Don’t you hear my crys.
My shouts calling up.
Begging you.
Any pain i feel.
I force away.
In your direction.
Younger so stronger.
You will be fine.
the colour on my keyboard, is slowly wearing away
the Matt black is turning shiny grey
smoothed and polished by an array of hands
it makes me sad that these things don’t last.
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My Two Eyes
i turned off the alarm and pulled off my warm clammy pj top. wondering round still sleeping blind i tumble around the room placing my hands over curtains searching for the day out of the cold, rain slashed window ready to dress i stand in front of the mirror my eyes clamped shut i don’t want to look because it goes like this for just a second i will really see then the covers will fall...
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Autumn walks
crisp burnt flakes fallen softly to the ground a painted path of golden reds
we walk heavily our feet dragged through the cold huddled thick wrapped up bundles, we waddle along the darkening sky is no worry the lights flicker on just another colour standing close but never touching we smile our frosty breaths slip through our lips tracing mortal silk patterns that we never seem to remember.
“I want to touch the sky.” Her voice was painted with a tired fierceness.
“Jump higher.” He yawned, squinting at his book.
“I can’t reach.” She sulked back towards the house. Defeated.
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THE FENCE TO CROSS OVER
A thick wooden fence
A low divide
Something that stands between you and i
If i do jump this tempting thin bridge
On your side i would stay
To watch as the rest Take the path
Into your arms
So death tempt me so
But here i will stand until you do jump
Join me i plead
Show me what i should know
For all those you see you hear their woes
What do they miss
What should i do
Before...
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Colouring in the Darkness
Tumbling up towards
The moon
Tripping down the path
Falling captive of the limbless night
Letting go of the day
We do not need
For we can’t see
But we feel the colours dancing
Dancing on our skin.
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Three steps forward
One step back
Just one wrong move
And down you fall
Into the Open rabbit h
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Time
At seven o’clock i am going to finish my essay
At 8 i will eat
At nine i will cry
And at 10 i will promise myself i will be happy
At ten minutes past ten they will find my body
It will be over and quick
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At the door.
She: what are you doing?
He: Is that all he asked?
She: yes.
He: And you said?
She: trying to hide from life.
He: And is that when you did it?
She: yes, over i went. it was quicker then i realised... so do i get in?
He: I can't let you, you went the wrong way. I'm sorry; maybe it wasn't life you should be hiding from.
She: i just wanted out.
He: Yes but which was the right way? Not yours.
King of the world, no one will notice your attempts.
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We lay beneath a thousand blinking lights
Our feet swept by a cool breeze
The warm underneath
Prickled our backs
As we sunk further into the grass
September 2011
3 posts
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Twisted
Broken
One finger taken
When will the tax man have had his fill?
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7 injections and about 5 stitches in the mouth,...
tiny little pin pricks, tasting
awful foul
warm little puddles, collecting
hot searing white, burn of blistering red
thin threads, pulled against the skin
tug and tighten
knot and close
days of pain and stinging errors
hard to learn
live and cry.
I cry a lot at night, in the dim light of my lamp, looking out of the window. The blistering cold air is never enough to stop the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I give up wiping them away and turn to look at my blurred reflection. Red eyed and murky, I sleep. My body heavy and mind desperate.
I wake, eyes only slightly swollen,nothing that makeup can’t hide.
August 2011
23 posts
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The needles
twisted colours of grey tiny ripples stopped short one point holding it all together two things controlling the rest high and better with one tug away it goes lost in a tumble of softness and frustration
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Painting
he dipped his brush into the paint, fingers all wrapped around he pulled it roughly along the page and blue line to start he took his time, thinking hard tiny new lines on his forehead sudden inspiration orange sky to brighten up the night the others look and smiled knowing a secret they all shared i huddled close, staring intently but they never do tell there lips sealed tightly forgetting...
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Real
i held my finger over the kettle the stream rose up beaded sweat and tiny droplets white hot burn blistering madness my trapped voice buried deep this pain is real but the masked silence filled with words bubbling noise way too fast cold relief running water frosted tap cool betrayal
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In the rain
empty pocket warm slowly damp soles tear and scratch hands clenched, hidden from view arms wrapped tightly, holding in cold numb limbs blister and shake and heads bowed down against the rain.
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silly little fingers
they said we used to hold hands but i don’t remember it imagine sticky hot hands held together just for the fun of it did we wrap our arms around us not tall enough to reach clasping horribly waddling along falling over our feet did we ever have wide toothy grins gaps and holes galore tiny white towers formed in crooked rows but you never shared your toys i am a big girl now and you moved...
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Satin
my heavy satin pillow weighed down against my skin damp and musty holding my breathe in slow aches stifled threats, smolder my paper thin chest