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

cat chat poetry

CAT CHAT

My cat whines at me in what sounds operatic. Harmonising with itself. Itself being its reflection in the oven door. Maybe it just wants a chat. I realise, after asking what’s wrong, as if she can respond, can translate my ‘can you be quiet?’ in to something feline. I realise, two hours later, after shutting … Continue reading CAT CHAT

Not Custard

 1) I used to avoid yellow, my grandma said it would wash me out. Pale skin and lemon is never okay. I had no choice when secondary school meant yellow polo shirts against my newly bleached hair. I was a walking canary.   2) My grandad was awarded the tallest sunflower of our town. Its … Continue reading Not Custard

anti depressants medication

Happy Pills

They prescribe you a different colour, a magic dose, higher and higher. No student discount on those happy pills, but the unemployed are the typical buyer.   For it's some instant fix (well worth the try) that make you brain-dead. But, who's to believe you, when it's all inside your head?   'How are you … Continue reading Happy Pills

audience of people

WE ARE AFRAID

We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of … Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID