Scared. Scared and lost. Scared, lost and out of control.

Panic. Panic. Panic.

Breathe.

Stop. Rationalise.

Think. Thinking. Over thinking

Can’t stop, won’t stop.


A million fireflies dancing around my imperfectly sculpted crainum.

My cranium isn’t like yours, or yours.

It’s unbalanced. It holds a faith so strong. No not a religion. Faith.

Cliche; take a leap faith.

It dances around like a child in a soft play.

But my crainum doesn’t understand fight or flight.

She. Yes shes a she. She’s unstable. Sometimes irrational. Probably a bit messy. She knows only one solution. Crash. Fall down. Bury. Hide. Let the world go by and it’ll work out.


She knows how to release the lava from the sockets in her head.

That burns with every drop, it scars her trophy that she shows to the world everyday

She knows how to decorate over the mess. Over the scars that the lava left last night.

She’s the best interior designer there is.

She can make that splintered shack into a polished, perfect loving home. And sell that image to everyone she knows.

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DGAF

a triangle

If it was a colour it would be dark brown

a dull grey day, no rain or sunshine just bland

If it was an item of clothing it would be an odd sock

Its voice sounds really mundane, monotone and low in pitch

saying one word answers

Its volume is a little quieter than normal

lost, frightened, uneasy

a confident swagger but with its head down, avoiding eye contact

It would be the empty field near epsom downs

he black square in the tate or it would be a canvas covered in paint with no real context or meaning, just sprays and splodges randomly thrown on it.

a trombone, it’s not playing classical jazz

It’s not sky blue

he first the bright crisp spring morning

It’s not a brightly coloured maxi skirt

It doesn’t yell really loudly and confidently

It doesn’t talk in metaphors and similes

It’s not amplified from the top of the empire state building

It doesn’t make me feel safe, or excited or lively

It wouldn’t walk like a old man with a walking stick

the bay outside sydney opera house

a vase encrypted with a hyroglifics

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