alienation

two faces bore into my mind –
the pair hold one another
with their eyes,
a golden thread,
so warm and kind
that I try to warm
my hands on it.
their arms flow into gentle shapes
that
chase
the
words
that weave into their sentences.
laughter ripples the air,
as I sit in the corner
and watch a screen and think and
pray
that my loneliness isn’t too obvious
to them.

one

Voices build fortresses
from our fingertips, lips
and movements,
so please
don’t worry when you feel
lost and muffled,
beneath a swirl of heart-wrenching metaphors and one-of-a-kind ideas.

Remember!
It only takes one sperm to create Life
one to inspire others through his/her dreams,
one to propose a nuclear war,
for one can change everything.

When you’re alone and
at the darkest point of night –
slumped over a fresh page and some blue ink –
pour, flow and set your thoughts into curves,
shed your clothes and cover yourself in smears and smudges,
and when you feel the words are awk/ward
and stil-ted
write on
because no matter what you say,
your voice will always have a place,
nestled perfectly in the space
between the Greats.

 

on the clock blues

W o r k means that weekends and free-days are drowned in drink because I can’t let thoughts break me

W o r k means catty remarks and a shattered self-esteem                         because her words are biting

W o r k means cleaning and appeasing people                               because I’m too scared to pursue my dreams

W o r k means silent breaks and unnecessary trips to the loo        because of social anxiety

W o r k means bed-time is the new Paradise                                              because I’d rather sleep and escape reality

W o r k is the space in time where I do not exist                                      and it’s slowly destroying me

To the sole smoker in the grey,
are you stuck?

When you look up, glasses to the heavens,
under the blue plumes that drift and fade
do you think you are stuck
in life, at this very moment,
are you content to be working for the Big Man,
The Big Ol’ Mean Man who doesn’t care
if you fall ill, break your ankle or leave,
an indistinguishable life-form,
do you stay awake at night

knowing that