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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.
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
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,
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
I Love Her.I hold her hand tightly
Taking care to make sure she is safe
Loved and valued, she is more a woman than I
She calls me her guardian angel.
I protect her from the cruel world
That destroyed me and my dreams.
Shielding her from all the pain around,
Letting her grow at her own pace until she is ready.
But soon I will have to step back,
Holding my breath hoping she won't be crushed
She sees the world in it's true light and soars
As I'm left on the ground, my wings far to broken to fly.
I love her,
So I let her go.
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
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.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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