1. 21:11 27th May 2012

    Notes: 10

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writingoriginal contentshort poem

    Broken Road

    Tarmac burns on this 
    broken road.
    Stones and glass slice, 
    my mood will shift -
    on the roll of a dice.
    I was a little girl with
    daisy-daydreams…
    He loves me, He loves me not.
    Now lies become the truth,
    and a single smile -
    can mean a lot.  

     

  2. 20:55

    Notes: 16

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writingoriginal content

    A New Disaster

    My pen feels like a stranger,
    and you, a clear and present danger.
    We run on fumes,
    on resentment we fear to lose.
    Because then we would have to be friends,
    and act of social cues.
    Just like everyone else.  
    It is rich, this resentment,
    that will ooze.
    Greasy and sickly to the touch.
    Everyday, in your presence
    is a new disaster.
    A car crash on loop,
    always moving faster.
    I’m tired of this -
    my accelerated anger.
    Yet I never put my foot on the brake.
    Because when this is all over,
    what will remain when I wake?  

     

  3. 14:41 24th May 2012

    Notes: 15

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkshort poemtwo linecreative writing

    The moon pours through the ceiling tonight,
    liquid love and flowing light. 　 

     

  4. 21:37 23rd May 2012

    Notes: 38

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writingoriginal content

    Solar

    I exist, within the fault lines of his thoughts. 
    I hop, from one shadow to the next,
    playing hop-scotch with his heart.
    On sunny days like these,
    he takes an ice-pick to my hard edges,
    and grips, grasps and grapples for dear life.
    A solar eclipse collapses into view,
    and whether it is cold, dark, or whether we
    are dancing on the surface of the sun,
    turning our feet to soot -
    nothing seems to be important.
    Not in the face of such desperation.  

     

  5. 19:54 21st May 2012

    Notes: 21

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writingoriginal contentlove

    Birdsong

    He smelt of summer,
    the pollen in the air,
    got under his nails.
    I followed him, 
    buzzing around his 
    atmosphere
    like a bee to a flower.
    Attraction, made my nostrils 
    widening at the smell of
    his cut grass smile.
    I sunbathed in his embrace,
    like a lazy child
    waking up to birdsong. 

     

  6. 18:26 20th May 2012

    Notes: 15

    Reblogged from artisticfreefall

    Tags: poetryspilledinkherdandelionblood

    generated generations

    herdandelionblood:

    Crimson kindness led to blindness
    oracles traced the time and day as
    early crisis from winter vices
    to golden lacerations gave way.
    The full house folded, reverse eroded and
    angels became stone midflight, they
    suckled from the wells of self preservation
    for too many moons, and mutated into
    comely shadows bent on sin. 

     

  7. 18:11

    Notes: 23

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writing

    Pair.

    Morning air,
    tempers his granite glare.
    We look at each other,
    we share a lingering stare.
    Contempt/tpmetnoC. 
    A mirror image,
    of a withered love.
    Like butterflies pinned,
    on being a spare.
    A collectors edition and no more.
    It is in the morning air,
    when a pair,
    no longer care…
    Two wings no longer thump
    in tandem.  

     

  8. 01:17

    Notes: 14

    Tags: poetrypoemcreative writing

    Stone cold sober,
    dawn breaks.
    Like a wave on the shore.
    Trickster, lover, whore.  

     

  9. 20:51 14th May 2012

    Notes: 17

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writing

    Make-it-up-baby.

    Mascara falls in great clumps,
    and lands at his feet in puddles.
    A sleeve turns orange,
    as her fake ‘for the world’ skin
    leaves tribal stripes down her cheeks.
    He only cared for a mask,
    not the girl beneath it.
                                   Her biggest statement,
                                   was the sight of her back.
                                   The sound of stiletto on her way out.  

     

  10. 18:20 10th May 2012

    Notes: 20

    Reblogged from ghostsandonionskins

    Tags: poetry

    ghostsandonionskins:

    Against the macabre backdrop
    of my last few poems
    there sits this piece
    lily light
    where I tell you I am smiling now
    thinking about my excellent family
    to the sound of my cat snoring
    and that it is good

     

  11. 17:08

    Notes: 18

    Reblogged from irrelevanceisbliss

    Tags: Poetryspilled inkpersonalthoughtsloveoriginal

    Borrowed time

    irrelevanceisbliss:

    Beautiful.

    Let’s steal our borrowed time;
    Take swiftly the lives they’ve lent
    In torture, allowed us to lead
    With sweeter dreams, to rip love letters sent
    Through brazen hearts set aflame
    To keep from starving staleness
    Among love lost young, lost
    Early, before true knowledge of sweet caress.

     

  12. 17:01

    Notes: 18

    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writingoriginal contentfree verse

    Car Crash

    Love doesn’t shatter. 
    Two people going separate ways
    is a collision.
    The time between them,
    is the crumple zone.
    The head lights crack with
    loneliness,
    and the bumper that protects their
    hearts?
    Splits in two.
    Oil leaks in black tears,
    and glass litters the pavement
    like words unsaid.
    Smoke billows,
    on that final goodbye.
    And sirens call out,
    when he turns his back on you.  

     

  13. 16:50

    Notes: 21

    Tags: poempoetryspilled inkcreative writing

    Today

    New love, cuts deep.
    My cynicism makes
    his smiles cheap.  
    Its easy to believe
    the worst,
    when your mind
    recoils from the first.
    I’m afraid of change,
    to take a leap of trust,
    to move on,
    forget 
    and adjust.