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My Sister Who likes to dance.The shuffle of your trainers
on the ‘dance floor’ of cheap carpet
as you twirl and step and bounce and pivot
is the trademark melody of this house.
With those hazel eyes staring
at the maximised Youtube video
you jig like a puppet missing its strings
but you’re no Pinocchio.
The shifting lights from the screen
turn you into a spirit glowing in the dark
switching between a multitude of soft colours
red, blue, white, pink, silver
but like Casper you do not scare me
I am more afraid of your dirty dancing
you’re a Baby without her Castle
but you’re too young to know what I mean.
Welcome to the real world.Dance to the rhythm of the skies above
As it cascades down from over generous clouds,
Who feel the need to share their burdens
On our already heavy shoulders.
Test the patience of the growing majority
Who are already at their strained wits end,
With the growing don'ts and declining do's
Told to us by men in suits.
Find the fun in trying to get by
With a tightened belt wrapped around your neck,
Then watch yourself crumble stumble and fall
As the air escapes your bankrupt lungs.
Say hello to the man sitting at the desk
Who cares little for your tale of woe,
You can't justify standing where you are now
You're nothing but a stereotype on a growing list of numbers.
A Trip to The BeachI took you to the beach.
It was winter.
You settled your soft haired head into my chest
and we watched as the sun dipped its toes in the sea.
The waves were gentle.
They respected our personal space
as they soothed us with their song.
We were warm
beneath the blanket
knitted from that itchy fabric,
the stuff our grandparents loved so much.
Our breath misted as the stars appeared.
The moon blessed us in silver light,
and the sand shifted with a strange elegance
I had not expected, from the gentle breeze that
tickled your cheeks.
Making you giggle and squirm in your little way.
We sat there for hours.
Gazing into the eyes of the stars
who stared back at us, giving us
that cheeky little twinkle they like to do
when we try to play dot-to-dot with them.
You fell asleep after that.
I know because you stole the blanket
just the way you did at home, I was
glad to be wearing that jumper you had
bought me...even though it had penguins
I joined you in dreamland.
I let the hammer fall on my
The ForrestI walk through shadows,
In the comfort of my travel
I seek peace on the open floor,
Of the butterfly filled corridor.
The flora and fauna of this
Enriches my senses with the
dazzling aroma kindly encompassing
my form in its large blanket.
My comforting travel reaches
As I leave the shadows
to greet the sun.
The End of Tranquility.Silence fills the forest floor,
And hides in the canopy of the trees,
Watching the inhabitants come and go,
Gathering their belongings with fearful eyes.
In the distance the silence is broken,
Thunderous crashes whisper omens of doom,
The sky turns a murderous black
While the horizon explodes in a cacophony of flames.
Silence flees the doomed forest,
Leaving its inhabitants to their fate,
They scramble and panic
Trampling brothers underfoot,
In a desperate attempt to escape.
The New ArrivalI was 9, it was morning, mum was scared
but dad was calm, the incubator beeped
as the doctor spoke words which meant nothing to me.
Mum listened with a tearful nod,
Dad didn’t say anything.
I just stared at the lump in the plastic cube
asking the nice lady 'do babies die here?' She smiled
and said 'sometimes'. The lump moved
just enough to draw my mum’s attention,
then the lady started pressing buttons
and looked at numbers on the screen.
Dad walked away but my mum couldn’t
she was still in her wheel chair,
I pushed her out into the corridor,
away from the babies and the beeping
and then she told me what the doctor said.
On A WingI’ve been trapped in here for weeks
in a cell made of wax, I keep growing but it doesn’t grow with me
I keep poking at the walls, nibbling at the ceiling
soon I’m going to crawl out through the holes.
I’m free but this fresh air is alien to me, my legs patter along a ground they are unfamiliar with
I do not know what this new blue ceiling is
what are those white wisps that hang in the vast expanse above?
Never mind, I’m already eating this new world, there is no time for questions.
My body has peeled, I cast it away and now I’m turning to stone
every move is becoming a chore, I can’t feel the wind anymore
I need to find a dark place away from the world
I need to curl up, while my skin forms a prison around me.
A hole has opened up but the ground below looks dangerous
I don’t want to move but I need to see the world again, so I’ll jump
I ‘m flapping but I’m falling with style, the ground comes and goes and each time I mov
Poem For My Best Friends WeddingMy best friend is getting married today,
She'll be marrying a very lucky man,
She'll look gorgeous in her dress, I say,
I'll tell her that when I can.
She'll walk down that aisle all smiles and joy,
Even though she hates wearing a dress,
She always preferred being a tom boy,
But today she has to look her best.
I will look upon on her with love filled eyes,
As she glides gracefully down that aisle,
And the church will be filled with gasps and sighs,
And everyone there will smile.
I remember when I first met my best friend,
All those years ago,
She's always been there for me 'til the end,
And my love for her has always grown.
My favourite ginger I have always said,
When I described her in my joking way,
But the best description for her is in my head,
And I'll attempt in this poem to say.
For ever since I met her,
I have never met a more wonderful girl,
And even though she's got ginger hair,
I wouldn't change her for all the world,
It's been my honour and privilege,
To be graced with such
because you don't understandand you laugh, joker,
because the king's on your side
diamonds never meant much to you--
you wanted to see it all fall,
to watch everything dissolve.
i've never been so terrified of ignorance
are so careless
i don't know if we speak the same language.
it's cold today,
and all the windows are shut.
there's no breeze
to set you straight,
and the flag waves
in the classroom corner
like it's seen and heard
far too much.
stars and stripes,
we like to think we're above it all,
but really, we're just playing
with a microscope,
until we destroy our specimens.
and in apocalypse dust,
the air grazes
we are all that's left,
but we're nothing.
and you laugh,
when you say
"the u.s. and russia combined
have enough nukes
to destroy the world three times over."
well, don't you think
destroying the world once
Star-BoundYou said the drops of Jupiter
Hidden in my eyes
Made me beautiful.
I was never beautiful.
You said I lit up the night like
A galactic revolution and
Made the moon seem dull
Wall flowers don’t shine.
You said I was Orion’s Belt,
Enveloping the vast
Expanses of your mind
I can barely hold myself together.
You said I was too good for this world,
And promised there was
More to it all.
We both know this is
All I’ll ever be.
Funny how someone you call
Feel so lost
Among the stars.
vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,
You and the Things You AreYou’re like lightning trapped in a bottle
You’re out of control with no where to go
You’re just a lost hope
Like philosophy from Aristotle
You’re so out of place; you're way out in space
You need a telescope
Your heart roars like the waves in an ocean
But you’re just an echo; a faded out fresco
Of who you used to be
Like an earthquake fueled by emotion
You’re shaking on the inside, choking on your self pride
What a catastrophe
HypocrisyWe say "food for the world"
when people are starving at our very doorstep.
We say we need to take more responsibility
when in fact no one has been responsible for anything in a hundred years.
We say that everyone needs to increase their effort
when effort hasn't been paying off in decades.
We say we need to find out the truth, no matter what
when each of us is telling nothing but lies.
We say we need to remember our history, lest it repeat itself
when we are just setting the stage for this to happen.
We talk about grand things like social equity
when greed is really all we care about.
We talk about freedom, and how precious it is
when we are supposed to let go of it.
We talk about safety for all of society
when you can't even go for a walk after dark.
We talk about justice
when none of us understand good or evil.
We talk about love
when this world has long forgotten what it means.
We think about settling new worlds
when we haven't been able to preserve the one we live in.
We think abou
Apart from loveThey say they never work
But we will let them know
It’s hard enough being alone
But it’s even harder without each other
Because, even though you’ve left my side
I can still hear you cry
Fear that brings all the doubts and lies
Forgive me please if I can’t show you my love from so far
Your heart and mine,
They’re fragile by the tides
We’re bleeding and bleeding
With nowhere to hide
We’ve got no home,
When we’re set so apart
MedicineI feel small
Like a storm buffeted snowflake
Like an ice flower that melts at dawn.
And all it takes is your breath on my lips and your warmth on my arms and your hair tickling my face and the sight of you standing next to me until everything else falls silent and recedes into the distance
And then I bloom;
blossom in my chest
ground me to the earth.
And all at once I become invincible
Like I'm greater than giants
Like I'm fiercer than fire.
And my pulse beats along to your heartbeat
Your breath is my song
And your touch is my air.
Your world is my world,
And my world is you.
You KnowI loved my mum, but
I hated it when she gave me the silent treatment
it always felt like I was Pompeii
and she was Mt Vesuvius.
But unlike the doomed city
I managed to survive
the inevitable eruption.
The fire and ash
still left its mark of course
I just grew an asbestos quality
as I got older.
But even volcanoes aren’t immortal.
They can go dormant at a moment’s notice
some like to make drama of it
some get the fireworks out and grab everyone’s attention
but not Mt Vesuvius.
She just lay quietly in the bathroom.
like when you plug your ears with your fingers
to stop the sound getting in
Mt Vesuvius was plugged by a brain haemorrhage
to stop anything from getting out.
I loved my mum, but
I hated it when she gave me the silent treatment.
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