Return It

My heart is so big you could cut it, knife and fork, and share it with the street. Share. I share my skin, my soul, my shelter with another and they claim it as their own. Then return it when it doesn’t quite fit right, isn’t what they’re after, change their mind. Do they have … Continue reading Return It

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They Told Us

They told us we were special, Each gift-wrapped like collectables, scraping ink into papers on tables with cries for help engraved into tainted wood.   They told us we had talent, From colouring inside the lines, bringing outlines to life, with rainbows and felt-tips, tip-toeing across the blank space Like crowds, protesting, chaos over what … Continue reading They Told Us

A Face

Isn’t it bizarre how I’ll see my reflection ten years later and desperately crave, miss, wish, hiss for the face that once was.   When right now I pull it a part I think and yearn for the future I worry about what’s to come and picture myself in pictures captured with my loved ones … Continue reading A Face

Different perspectives excercise

Mid-thirties I’d say. First thought was married, only there’s no ring on his finger. His lips, pursed. Eyes scanning the menu. All an act of course, he knows the ins and outs of the thing. Probably too much. You know it’s mostly ready meals, but keep it quiet mate. He’s here every week yet he … Continue reading Different perspectives excercise

The Right Thing

Take me back to my youth where thoughts aren't dictated  and processes of my mind aren't  counter-acted  Over-thought, need for compensation  I miss that carelessness, no turn- taking squabbles between who I am  And what should be Take me back to my play pen,  with daisy chains holding together  summer's rays like safety pins  when I … Continue reading The Right Thing