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Category Archives: Poetry
Your mind is a Prison, Where you play both the guards and the inmates.
In a dark, dark house, There was a dark, dark room, In which a young girl sat, On the eve of her doom. She lies in wait, For her phantom lover, To say her goodbyes, Before she leaves forever. … Continue reading
The Sea and an Office Block The vast wave rushes across the ground floor as dull desks and dull workers swim in its ferocious tide, I hear the sound of confusion, I hear the sound of panic, I hear the … Continue reading
I am the ghost of our life together In our lives, I was a shadow
The eyes of the young Forever fear the faces of the old. The eyes of the old fear…
Hundreds of children Born with imaginations Educated into blindness. “I am doing well in school I am getting the grades Am I living the good life?” No, not yet. Thousands of students Looking for enlightenment Processed for capital. “I am … Continue reading
Voices in the dark, Broken words. The Signature of torment.
Open marshes are dangerous places, like the minds of young girls. They’ll suck you in with innocent grin, and chase you out with your fear. Run away from the open window – real life ghosts cannot return from boggy death.
Chasing seconds the sun moves across the sky, to my mortality.
Dry skin, cracks on the back of these ageing hands. Time ticks on, eternally. Numbers patiently wait for shadows to fall on their moment.
Biff, brown Biffer the Labrador bullet. Bolted like an avalanche of dark, frothy chocolate. Hillsides, glades, parks, the front bumpers of cars, all these places she went and more, never tiring, always grinning, never thinking. Especially never thinking.
I try I try to stop smoking dope But there seems to be not much hope, I stop and stare and try to think Perhaps I should just have a drink, But to be a drunk i did not aspire … Continue reading
The Violin City They strut, they stroll Through alleys of urgent scales They walk tunefully, holding their bows Through the meandering tuneful wails To light their way they kick forth lanterns Out of tune, in tune As the corners are … Continue reading
Bathgate chance came and was blown Long before I was born. Big business was our Jesus Christ But local traders nailed it to the cross and Handed over the Crown of Thorns. Now we have a Subway sandwich shop and … Continue reading
Gazing intently across the savannah, I lean back in from the window, Pull my focus back to the repeater And the spent .44 shell casings, A throbbing down the starboard side of our vessel, Then grey bears down on the … Continue reading
oh lying being shepherd of mindless shadows cast eyes over land and sea build tower…fall down?
Got Superficial Shoreditch on my little finger, Hipsterdom where genuine imitation 80s fashion lingers, But Shoreditch has a rotten heart of sexual pity, More brothels than anywhere else in the city, Got Gentrified Brixton, now under the thumb, But its … Continue reading
Run! the Old world is behind us We painted the streets, Wishing only to practice wishful thinking, And demand impossible things, But your answers came in riot-stick defeats, Words, once a purely uniting pursuit, Invented to run hunts of bison … Continue reading
Suggestion from Bashabi By Caroline Fraser I sometimes get giddy when I look down onto the roofs of houses and chimney pots so far below. Most of the time I am a puppet, my strings are pulled by a child. … Continue reading
Carry a Poem – a poem you like, write, carry in a notebook, in your head A platform to share/read a poem – enjoying its form, structure, its rhythm and above all its WORDS!
Written for Poetry week. Light catches the blade A second hangs, In eterenity I feel Nothing. Warmth spreads Blood, My life, Ends
The flower was red Its petals fall to the ground The flower is dead