Muses

One of my friends once said that muses work, because they are unattainable. Only when they are unattainable would you spend so much time and effort craving for their very presence.


I miss you so much it hurts.

I need inspiration.

Playing God

Playing God

I have given you life.

Transformed you from a creature of warm flesh

Into one that no longer needs to breathe.

You don’t need to.

Not any more.

With just a few scrawls on cream paper

You have been immortalized.

Today, you exist in more than a dozen creations

A different facet of yourself in each one

Every one captured with the same loving hand.

With a few embellishments, your metamorphosis

From a mundane human to absolute perfection

Is complete.

End.

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Yes, more emo poetry.

To Love

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”

- C S Lewis

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So. Is that good or bad?

The Transgresser and the Fool

The Transgresser and the Fool

At the sight of a single smile

The entire world comes to a stop.

Minutes, hours, time; precious time

Spent just thinking of you.

Time wasted, thinking of you.

Hammering heartbeats, tightening throats

Flushing a furious pink. Looking like a bad sun burn.

Generally making a fool out of myself.

Seeing you is crippling.

I end up tripping over legs, over words

And over nothing at all.

You catch my breath, surreptitiously

Steal into my dreams.

You have taken my undivided attention

And of course, your ultimate sin

You've robbed me of that oh-so-vital organ

My heart.

End.

Ward 3A

Ward 3A

Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

We’re going to take a trip, you and I.

Put away your busy life for a moment.

It’s not going to take long. It’s just a trip

To a place most people don’t care to visit.

They shove it aside, sweep reminders of it under a carpet.

But really, some things in life shouldn’t be forgotten.

I’m just reminding you of them, in the kindest way

I can. Now

Breathe.

The sharp, sickly-sweet sting of alcohol invades your nose

And your shoes screech against the spotless floor with every step.

It's an annoying sound, one that grates against your nerves.

The same way their teeth grates

When they watch their various fluids

Pooling into a limp plastic bag.

Look on closely.

As you pass each room, observe what goes on behind every glass door

Be reminded

Of the many different ways you can die on this earth.

This one looks on in horror while the angels of death

Swoop down and jam a sharp, shiny needle into his skin.

It quickly fills with a plum coloured paint and

Leaves behind trailing roses of the same colour

On his pale canvas.

That one seems to be sleeping.

Seems to be. She shakes, shivering lightly

As her face twists in pain every few seconds.

She doesn't need nightmares. She is in one.

There are at least twenty tubes leading out of her body

Into a cold machine.

There is another who doesn't seem to feel anything at all.

His skin and eyes are like paper.

White. Empty. Blank. It makes you wonder

Where do their spirits go with their bodies still living?

Are they trapped in the cracks of their own mind?

Or are they buried deep in a garden somewhere in heaven?

Questions only they can answer. And they never will.

Now, open your eyes. Breathe.

I told you it wouldn’t take long.

This is the world that we ignore

In our sunshine and laughter.

This is the one that is forced

To stay in the shadows of our world.

Remember it.

Go back to your life. Keep moving.

Keep breathing.

Even with your eyes open

It’s still going to be there.

End.

Careful What You Wish For

Careful What You Wish For

You scream

When your eyes settle on the fallen figure

Blood spills on the floor

As a ruby river

“Come back”

You cry

An excruciating moment later

He rises

He rises

An excruciating moment later

You cry

“Come back”

As a ruby river

Blood spills on the floor

When your eyes settle on the fallen figure

You scream

End.