𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴,

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥,

𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦,

𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴,

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦,

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴,

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵

Red is the rose
and the polish on my toes

Red is the kiss on my cheek
and my dress– truly chic

Red is also blood
and bodies in the mud

Red is red
Love and dead.

I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery

Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch

The masterful stroke of an artist’s hands
Comes from broken fingers and cut wrists
Hands that have been dragged through hell
And rested in heaven,
That creates real mastery.

A blind woman gave birth
to the most beautiful girl
on earth

She could feel her heart beat
but could never see her face

She could touch her hand
but never saw her
eyes of grace

She could smell her skin
but never seen
her smiling

a beautiful blind woman bore
the most beautiful woman on earth
who saw her mother more

than just with eyes and all their worth

I sit and scribble
pencil on paper
notes that will be used
once

I sit annoyed at the screen
frustrated the end can't come fast enough
but yet I also want it slow
slow for my others
time to let me enjoy the few moments I have left to cherish
and to finish projects, I have yet to begin

So I sit and write
complete chicken scratch only I can read
as I count down
till the last one comes