They’re a bit like riding a bike You need to keep the wheels going Or you’ll fall off and skin your knee With nothing left for showing. Maybe they’re more like playing the flute You’ve got to practice everyday In case you honk out a discordant note Which will leave you in disarray. Perhaps like…
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Rainy Day
Grey against the whiteStreaked, solemn, satin waves.Rolling across the skyBeckoning a rainy day. Droplets drip drippingSpit, spit, spitting, A pattern repeating. Beat beating, beat,Hammering drops with tapdancing feet,Lancing the clouds, tumbling downFaster than fast, flooding the townPotential torrential abrupt elementalLashing, loosing, drowning, abusing.Primal in its thunderous fear.Covering the ground in lakes of tears Before moving…
Marginalized
Yellowing skin stretched over bone,Cracking with age, lined and alone.Decadent past, a flesh ridden tomb.Bound in the darkness, sealed in gloom.Thoughtless, shambolic, histrionicA dutiful leaving of self-deceivingCompleting a mastery of discarded wasteHiding the loathing of a saving grace.Pulling together the illusions of selfIgnoring the tatters of mental health.Dark, derided, scorned, blindsidedBroken utterly and misguided.Tossed on…
Rot
Late one evening, just before bedtime, the phone rang and rang, and nobody answered it. Nobody had answered it the previous day, or the day before it. Its petulant call echoed around the hallway as Rot watched it. Something had to give. Desmond looked through his ancient eyes at the bare wall, running his gaze…
Geoff Was King
Sunlight coshed his irises with a hardened leather sunbeam as he staggered out of his front door, groping at his feet for the milk bottle. A sporadic forest of twig like stubble decorated his chin as a testament to sloth, scratching and readjusting himself through his boxers whilst gazing blankly at the world busying itself…
Punctuation
Ever been chased by a full stop?In my dreams, punctuation marks hate me,They chase me relentlessly,Murmuring darkly their importance.Full stops periodically pause to take a breath.Semi colons though wander confused;Should they stop, should they continue,Then get overcome with performance anxiety,And change themselves into an evil comma.Commas are the worst,They, appear, whenever, they, want,Slightly break up…
Collaborate
Flickering iridescent tube lighting brought the empty computer room to life as the students filed in. Lazily pulling out chairs, turning on the desktops , yawning, chatting, filling the room with low levels of noise. Stuart looked from the front desk at the 11 teenagers, dressed in their uniforms though trying to resist the uniformity….
Cogito, Ergo Sum
The dinner party was a success, the guests dined on several beautiful courses exquisitely crafted while savouring wines paired for each dish until the finish where coffee and bandy were served. In turn each of them discussing their favourite topics. The movie star talking about her most glamourous role, the author chatting whimsically about her…
Cancer For The Cure
Disease ripped through his body, the arteries ached, muscles spasmed tremoring against the skin. Mindlessly undulating and rippling under the fine veneer of pink flesh, it kept coursing through in waves faster and faster with each quickening heartbeat. Blood weeping from every orifice, covered him in streaks of red mingled with the stench of shit…
Flag Shagging
You’ve taken the national Union Jack,Elevated it with hate and bluster,The people rise and follow back,Your zombie hordes ready to muster.Clinging to your every silken word,Captivated by your prodigious charm,Craven absurdity beyond absurd,Feeding on blood-soaked rhetoric’s harm.They sway to propaganda’s enticing song,Dancing merrily, emptied eyed.Seeking to only “just belong”With their allegiance rectified.the trumpets call and…