It is: The frayed edges, The loose ties, The settled dust On unfinished …Stuff. It is the niggling, Other doubting, Ever present In the room. The unforgotten. It is the pillow That I […]
What it is
Strength
I woke up and said strength strength Two letters in common With fear Four with anger Not so much in common After all
The Photographer.
I used to think he was just a photographer, like it was just a job he had before his strokes. But now I understand, he was a Photographer. This is a certain type of person. The type of person who races back into the house to grab their camera just in case there is something to shoot.
The Biggest Loser – Moron Edition
Is it just me or should this season’s The Biggest Loser – Family Edition really be called The Biggest Loser – Moron Edition? Seriously I am amazed some of these people have the prehensile […]
Me
I said who are you? She said ‘I’m me’ ‘You’re me? ‘I’m you’. ‘Oh’.
There it was
There it was: The salt spray Wind sweeping Moon shining Love making Moodiness Suffocating Us with giddy Anticipation In your hand And my mind A heaving ebb And tidal flow.
circulate
I roused to almost wake and thought: My veins, I want to feel me in my veins To flow through my heart and breathe Oxygen through arteries into my self.
Demons
What do yours look like? I see them talking to mine Laughing heartily at us Patting each other’s backs Glancing sideways to watch As we rally against them. I wonder do they […]
I have recently returned to the comfortable and sickeningly easy life I have in Melbourne, Australia, from Palembang, Indonesia. I am slightly shell shocked by the experience, slightly poisoned by the smoke […]
Back to me
I saw her lips And reached out To trace them But I couldn’t Stretch that far: It was just Imagination, Not like I could Kiss them, Here, in real time. I closed […]
Of wide closed spaces
We own it, Declared boldly, With words like Beauty, Rich, And just on medium Rare. The scent of Eucalyptus. Songs about lands, and dances. It’s ours, we say Protect. Control. Don’t let […]
the narcissistic death Fantasy
What insecurity has catapulted me: Past this, to this endless ‘that’? From there, to how’s my hair? And did you see me travel past ? You know that I flew business class! […]
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by night
Catching flight Pass through, pass by, pass out Barely pass – For passenger.
Darwin Sunset
You are a Darwin sunset You draw me in with The sound of your chatter The smell of your sea Your cheap wine caresses And plastic plates Grate against me And yet […]
Love
Originally posted on the Reinvented Poet:
Hell or high? I fight:? Boxing ring,? Fourth round Knock out – Arm wrestle Turn in bed I breathe you I win lose? You lose? Tie…
Love
Hell or high I fight: Boxing ring, Fourth round Knock out – Arm wrestle Turn in bed I breathe you I win lose You lose Tie break I serve An ace And […]
good Morning
Do your waking thoughts surprise you? Mine do. Like opening my eyes and thinking ‘metal’. Mental. Like wreckage or SARS, or vase Or do you pronounce it Vays? Strange days. A daze.
You can turn everything into poetry It’s just turning anything into everything That’s tricky
I changed my profile
I changed my profile pic for you to notice, but I don’t reckon you did They did tho, 27 likes and I am smiling bright, you’re a dog and I’m a kid […]
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