Who would steal it, unless she put it on display?
And who would ever want it,
Unless she gave it away?
Anyway,
She was certain if anyone
Broke her heart
They wouldn't find anything inside
For it was only empty
2010-08-13
2010-08-01
Survival of the fittest
Glossy pages of photographs,
Thousands of words,
Drawn from the lengths of glossy lips
And their lipstick smiles.
Your features adapted
To the shape of
Skinny jeans and
The slant of stilettos,
Man-made pedestals
On which you perch precariously.
Your fragile body,
Contorted into angles
To fill the space between
You and them.
2010-07-25
2010-06-29
Directions
They are given a box of faded crayons,
An outline of a picture;
Given all the freedom within a stencil,
Told not to colour out of the lines
They are up before the sun;
A weight upon their slumped shoulders,
As they learn to think inside a concrete box,
And trained to look forward
They hang their heads low,
Bowed towards open books;
Their eyes, underlined with shadows,
Look towards a brighter future
They stare up at the metal-scraped sky
And begin to climb upwards,
In search of a convenient deity,
A higher being than themselves
They reach the lonely peak,
Where their childhood dreams converged,
See nothing but a pretty view
And nowhere to go but down.
2010-06-13
This is the age of poetry
This is the age of poetry
Which doesn't make sense
Where people of the imperfect present
Speak in future perfect tense
Where people sing of world peace
And shout for worldly war
Where people spit on stone
Hold up paper, and call it law
Where people scream so loudly
They can't hear what they're saying
Where people sleep, with closed eyes
And dream instead of praying
2010-05-20
2010-05-11
2010-05-03
2010-04-26
Friday Evening
On a rainy Friday evening
When the sun has lost its meaning
Many lives walk down the street
Some barely touch, some never meet
They race along a circumference
In a reckless riot, indifference
Each step is one they have taken before
They want for nothing, need for more
Lives so often intercept
Nothing in this world common except
The only thing that they believe in
Is the air that that keeps them breathing
2010-03-30
Beauty Tells Her Name To Me
Beauty tells her name to me
She speaks it in a whisper
Everyday, to remind
Me that I have missed her
Beauty stroked the night today
Found a star to wish upon
Beauty sung in strains of rain
And spoke not of the sun
Beauty likes to play hide and seek
When she's not the seeker
Beauty dances in dying dreams
And I become her dreamer
2010-03-10
2010-02-06
2010-01-25
When Nobody Hears
Store tears in the attic of an empty heart
Closed eyes to a guise of princess gowns
Dilute emotion into abstract art
Dress up in yesterday's hand-me-downs
Let music mute your melancholy
And your soul trade away its sanity
Forsake mistake for inequity
Of pain, in vain, and vanity
Let pillows muffle exhales of emotion
Sleep every night on your tears
In a void of your own volition
Keep on thinking that nobody hears
2009-12-12
Between Words
She stabs her pen into the clouds
Bleeds grey into the straying shrouds
She sews words together with charcoal thread
Outlines the world in pencil lead
Raindrops sputter, dot the page
Smudge ink into an angsty rage
She tilts her head back to touch the sky
And blows the earth a kiss goodbye
2009-11-11
Fairy Dust
Night skies embroidered into a skillful tangle
Voices sink, smooth as satin
Above the stars that dare to dangle
In rhythm with the tune of latin
The broken breeze breaks love apart
To assist them in their dying dance
And slow, they sync in a silent art
Until the morning numbs their trance
As flames scorch the break of dawn
And turn time into golden rust
Outlining the blades of a lonely lawn
Are the remains of fairy dust
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