Poetry

Skewiff

Cock your head,

view it sideways

Now it makes sense

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Right?

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If the world is round

and ever moving

Straight is never an option

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Mother Nature

not Terry Pratchett;

It’s called Earth, not Discworld

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These linear paths deceive

as they curve,

but you act so surprised

while you curl up to cry

at the injustice and heartbreak

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This is not what you asked for

It’s not what you dreamed

Hellish flames scald your essence

and devour your soul

For the path had a turn

despite what you yearn

Life is out of control

it’s turbulent. Defunct

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Poetry

Observation Only

Stuck in my shadow

watching my body move

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Autopilot

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I watch on

helpless

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mouth moving,

making words;

grin glower

titter growl

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I’m no houdini

I live here now

until the chemicals

seep through this robot

into my shadow.

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Poetry

Airmail

Hoard your feelings

in this mouldy cardboard box.

Wrap them shut

with a cow’s intestines;

add its leather as a label

and send to Madagascar

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where the lemurs can chew,

claw at the memories

and scents and tastes, devouring

your emotions until the pain

fades

away.

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Poetry

Does Insanity Cause Creativity

Or does creativity cause insanity?
Our wandering

mind 

lusts for gems,

jewels, poetic gold-dust.

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We crawl through the tunnels,

the warrens, the burrows;

smothered and swallowed

by horrors a-plenty.

Drowing in visions

of murder and rape,

Swimming against currents

frothing with blood;

engulfed in a hurricane

of tears from all victims.

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Cannot contain, cannot ignore.

Our knees buckle, we crumble

until we dare hold our pen.

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