alcohol slips into the mouth, down the throat, destroying the organs,
tearing him apart.
she finds herself when he’s away,
so free and so fulfilled –
it’s all an act in his presence.
the life that they have built on infertile soil, a foundation of imbalance –
they don’t really want this life…
and how easy it would be
to simply stop.
and remain sincere.
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although I am privileged,
my mouth contains greed.
yet without a single word,
the cravings take over.
how dare I ever say
I want you.
days become purple and grey
my heart aches in sync with my head
if you ever forget me, my love,
I pray that I may fade into the nothingness.
how dare I ever say
I need you.
raging yet patient…
time is infinite.
The continuation of;
never failing to exist.
Yet time becomes limited,
forcing us to rush ourselves –
Never ending, boundless time,
yet no time to be wasted.
Time stands still
but remains continuous,
hour by hour…
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Poetry is alive and well,
what helps you experience the seasons,
helps you realize you fell
for that boy – all the wrong reasons.
Poetry is an escape route –
when you are lost, it is a trustworthy guide.
For all the times you drown in doubt,
it is a quiet friend in which you confide.
Poetry is in the streets,
it can be seen in every face…
an artist’s greatest defeats,
her mind immersed in deep space.
Set over the atmosphere, a subtle gloom
where we produce in the way we consume.
(Inspired by quotes from Matty Healy, The 1975)
My energy is being wasted;
your time and efforts are somewhere else.
I feel emptied of emotion
when you are somewhere else.
What happens when your mind isn’t on me?
Is it on someone else?
Who could possibly fill my absence?
Does your heart feel for someone else?