Those who speak the quietest hear the words unsaid.
poem
Naked Spirit
Original WritingRun a thumb across my lips
and watch my soul undress for you.
Impossible, Imperfect Love
Original PoetryHe died every night for her,
just as the moon did
with the sun.
Venom
Original PoetryI bit my tongue
as he spat poison into my lungs.
The Colour Black
Original PoetryHave you noticed how poetic the colour black is?
It’s the colour of the night sky
as a blanket of stars smothers daylight.
It’s the colour of ash
as a finger of fire traces the scars of the earth.
It’s the only colour you can see
through the darkness as it suffocates you.
It’s the colour of the ink
used to write this very poem.
Immortalised
Original WritingI turned him into poetry.
I transformed him into art.
I made him immortal.
Holy Adoration
Original PoetryCrucify me with your poisoned lust
and the inability of your love
to remain silent.
Third Degree
Original PoetryThere is a scar just under my ribcage from where you last touched me.
It was a gentle caress, a stroke of skin on skin,
but it now burns like a flicker of flame.
Charred.
Yet, ash of your short-lived undying love
falls to the ground
As gravity works its compelling lull.
Keeping Them Under
Original PoetryDon’t hold someone underwater
only to beg them not to drown.
11.30pm
Original PoetryThere’s a raging storm outside now.
It’s half-past eleven and I can’t help but think
that once upon a time you were that storm.
You raged and destroyed until you left behind
pieces of broken glass and shattered hearts with torn skin.
I survived that storm, to find a harrowing, beautiful sunset
hours after the devastation.
I am that sunset
after the storm.
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