Thursday, September 27, 2012

all the better to see you with

Even in the mirror I Can not be sure
which is mine,  who is me?
This face they accuse me with stares back
trapped in glass, cold to my touch
synchronised sinking
listening close to every word you never told me
in the middle of the night
leaking lost thoughts
wanting always this falling
into deeper dreams of you

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

a meeting in a passage

time holds out her hands 
touching me
all over nowhere
proving nothing
thrusting with life
unready and willing
whiling away souls already spent
taking each breath away. 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

break my own back

my hands reach down
pressing hard into the earth my feet forgot
re-assesing both up and down
as my heart swells with the lightness of empty space
until I'm not so sure about holding it all together
how I worked so hard to make it hard
and now I want that softness back. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

The truth is

the truth is a whore
but theres nothing wrong with that
only your own hatred
for yourself
for the small price
of wanting
more than you think you deserve.