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-22-
in the earth
two silver trails
wind around
scattered
slug pellets
-21-
early evening moon
pink-tipped daisies
close their sleepy lashes
-20-
amid the still ivy birdsong bursting through
-19-
nodding heads
bluebells under the shady green
-18-
scattered thoughts
on the wind
dancing dandelion seeds
-17-
specks of brilliant blue
flies feasting on faeces
-16-
uncovering
someone else's memories
peeling wallpaper
-15-
playing cards
my grandparents
cheat together
-14-
morning -
wood smoke
still lingering
in my hair
and in my heart
-13-
fingers
sinking into earth -
the beech's roots
-12-
mapped out
across the lawn
continents of daisies
-11-
collecting raindrops
an upturned umbrella
sits in the stream
-10-
settling down
in fresh-laundered clothes
dog hairs
-9-
bouncing through bluebells
a squirrel's tail
-8-
Indian battle cry
echoing through the dells
children at war
-7-
writing home...
contrail kisses
across the sky
-6-
bloodying
the parking lot
shredded poppies
-5-
choral music
floating through curtains...
football fans' cries
-4-
in the park
an afternoon drink
under the sun -
two homeless men
and their dog
-3-
pouring into the empty sky a surge of chattering swallows
-2-
twisting around
the iron railing
discoloured with age -
spotted ivy
and a stray cat
-1-
in the gutter
a broken eggshell
fills with rain
in the earth
two silver trails
wind around
scattered
slug pellets
-21-
early evening moon
pink-tipped daisies
close their sleepy lashes
-20-
amid the still ivy birdsong bursting through
-19-
nodding heads
bluebells under the shady green
-18-
scattered thoughts
on the wind
dancing dandelion seeds
-17-
specks of brilliant blue
flies feasting on faeces
-16-
uncovering
someone else's memories
peeling wallpaper
-15-
playing cards
my grandparents
cheat together
-14-
morning -
wood smoke
still lingering
in my hair
and in my heart
-13-
fingers
sinking into earth -
the beech's roots
-12-
mapped out
across the lawn
continents of daisies
-11-
collecting raindrops
an upturned umbrella
sits in the stream
-10-
settling down
in fresh-laundered clothes
dog hairs
-9-
bouncing through bluebells
a squirrel's tail
-8-
Indian battle cry
echoing through the dells
children at war
-7-
writing home...
contrail kisses
across the sky
-6-
bloodying
the parking lot
shredded poppies
-5-
choral music
floating through curtains...
football fans' cries
-4-
in the park
an afternoon drink
under the sun -
two homeless men
and their dog
-3-
pouring into the empty sky a surge of chattering swallows
-2-
twisting around
the iron railing
discoloured with age -
spotted ivy
and a stray cat
-1-
in the gutter
a broken eggshell
fills with rain
Literature
Cuts
Dyke.
Fag.
Queer.
Words I've come to know as name.
They jeer and they push and they taunt.
I give them no tears, no blood, no hurt.
I remain as sturdy as stone.
Underneath I am crumbling.
Do they know each word is a cut?
A mentally inflicted wound?
With every sharp letter,
I am left with another hurt to heal.
What does it matter?
Why should I care?
Their ignorance should not bother me.
But it does and it will, forever.
I am still a person.
Still worth the attention and voice of any other.
But they don't care.
I'm worthless, useless, beneath them.
I'm gay.
Literature
Quote
Why are you crying?
**I've lost something**
What did you lose?
**nothing becasue it never existed in the first place**
Than why are you sad?
**becasue nothing was everything I had**
Literature
The Rape
Death's mother was a little girl
Found hiding by the tire swing.
The nanny said her name was Pearl,
Watching the child who said nothing.
Found hiding by the tire swing,
She saw herself on that night's news.
Watching the child who said nothing,
The world focused on every bruise.
She saw herself on that night's news
As her womb came alive with a sudden start.
The world focused on every bruise.
It ignored the skip-stop of her frightened heart.
As her womb came alive with a sudden start,
She ran from the room with widened eyes.
It ignored the skip-stop of her frightened heart,
Regardless of her smaller size.
She ran from the room
Suggested Collections
a haiku a day for the month of may.
16-05-10: finally catching up! #16 is a re-write of an old haiku that I've been meaning to do for ages.
critique would be lovely, quite a few of these need some working on.
16-05-10: finally catching up! #16 is a re-write of an old haiku that I've been meaning to do for ages.
critique would be lovely, quite a few of these need some working on.
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