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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

My Valentine

I would be a little too much
and he
a little too little,
I am a thornbush,
bristling from the over attention of my parents,
and he,
a man of million little fatherly stab wounds
and my thorns fit perfectly into them

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Thursday, February 25, 2016

I ..

A sombre sililoquy
hands outstretched through transparent tranqulity, then withdrawn.
It wraps around you, constricting, until I cease resistance and slip into its warmth and comforting familiarity .
Assured, to fall slumber eternal underneath its promised peace... as the
dark veil consumes mysight and breath.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Blue

I woke up at 3pm.

Brushed my teeth, then went to find something to eat only to realise I wasn't hungry. So I laid in bed and stared out my windows to the bleak empty driveway for an hour.

I felt like the sky; dark and gloomy, but no signs of rain. Not a gust nor a trickle.

I feel ...

I had a dream that I was sitting off the edge of a mountain cliff. Dirt, no grass. I stared blankly into the mountain range. Grey, sunless ... and blurred, as though my mind couldn't formulate a complete view, like an unfocused image. There was no cloud, yet there seemed like an intangible pall that made my dream dark. I looked down the dark ditch and pondered my frailty as a human, as man of blood and bone that would fail if I fall. I could feel my arms, spotted slits downstream but no red oozed, no pain radiated. Just colourless and empty. I guess you had to be alive to bleed...

Saturday, October 24, 2015

I am

I'm worried what I'm going to do with this degree. Whether or not I'm falling behind on this invisible check list of commerce standards.

I'm worried I no longer care. Not just about studies but my also my health and mind. I just don't care and I'm really beginning to forget what it feels like.

I'm worried that I'm sick, in some shape or form, I feel sick. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm so tired.

I'm angry.

I'm disappointed, with myself and all that surrounds it. I've given up and I think for a long time I denied that. 
I've given up and a small part of me believes that I would spring to my feet with jubilance. I give up, I give up.