no not twat – twas
twas the night before christmas
all poets fast asleep
solely reblogs appearing
amidst dashboards and quilts
A lone lamp of oil burning
candles lit at every end
A solitary figure hovered
awaiting words anew
from friends
Poetry Drafts
divisive
The one word you chiseled
into my broken bones, the one
word repugnant after winter
solstice firebrand, the one word
poisoning my cherished well for
eons and beyond, that word was
divisive and long may it
burn
colour blind
Painting my own
demise. The thinner
indifferent, mortal
translucense actual
reflecting my inner
being.
Yesmad // Nomad
Not knowing where // roots are // somewhere // out there // waiting // patiently // for the pause // an opportunity // to stop the madness // once and for all
bipartisan
Either way…
*** silence
*** knocked
*** on my door
*** repeatedly
Take me to London…
*** ear plugs
*** ear plugs
*** thank God
*** for earplugs
Fog desired but optional…
*** proof not
*** required
*** postman Pat
*** most likely
Just fulfil my dreams…
*** Christmas brings
*** out my
*** worst
*** behavior…
Of silence, peace, pretty please.
midway
He stood at midway – recounting his
steps and the journey from birth to
adulthood. How everything changed
though all remained the same. The
silence and the shivers, weakened
knees quivering. A shadow of reflective
glass, a ghost beyond the future
past. A presence something stronger
seeking, a weakened man no longer
thinking. Reaching half of what was
expected, was that enough to call it
quits?
baubles
It was a little known fact that
Satan used to keep an elf
as a pet. Mainly for pleasure
but occasionally he let it
rip, once a year on Winter
solstice the Master unlocked
the cupboard and brought the
baubles out…
stop pretending
Why could you not
love me
like I
loved you
Our awakening each
morning to the sound
of bird chirp
We were same and
oh so different
I one and you
ad infinitum
Your purpose unclear
Mine oh so simple
To you I showed
myself
like a mirror
never-ending
but truth be told
I should
really stop
pretending
language barrier
Dessa ord är bara
mina, men utan full
förståelse kan du inte
min fråga besvara, bara
förvirring nu snurrar i
ditt tomma huvud. Vi
pratar inte samma språk,
du förstår
eller hur?
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: language barrier
Bleed
I’m not a racist or hater
I love every beautiful
woman I meet
I am the eye of
the beholder
I choose the beauty
perceived
Their consent not
required
my desire sufficient
the reason I
bleed