Thursday, 25 October 2012

peering

Under a magnifying glass
Your giant eye
Peering
At
My faults 

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

sound of silence


There is no sound of silence.
No sound to signify absence.
There is a feel of silence,
A weight,
A strength,
A substance.

If silence is an absence,
How can an absence, 
Feel so pressing.

How can an absence,
Feel.
At all? 

So solid, so oppressive, so real.

If I was to dust the room with powder,
Would the shape of the silence be revealed?

A white and heavy being,
Expanding to suffocate
All it touches.

Expanding to touch all. 

Thursday, 4 October 2012

tainted


I don't like your face
Your smile
Your mind

I don't like your laugh
Your touch
Your soul

I don't like anything that you are
Because all that you are
Is tainted
By what you once were
To me

the sorrow of the meadows

She sat, filled with sadness. That familiar fullness at the top of her chest, the prickling of her eyes, tears were looming, breaking down the numb.  She lives her life with sadness, but rarely succumbs to it, choosing instead to hoist up her gunbelt and push it back down inside.  She is after all, not a weak female.  But not today.  Today she is sat, right were she sank when they told her, they told her Faye Margaret was dead.  Little FayMay, the only good and consistent thing in her life.  Little FayMay caught in a cross fire at Deblankos Liquor Store, gone, before she even hit the dirt.  Her only sister, and friend, gone.  Sure they were different, growing up, and heck, always, you would never of guessed they were sisters.  Amelia such a tomboy, always in pants, covered in grime, torturing the life outta some critter.  FayM was the one for dresses, and ribbons, and tea party's , and dolls.  Like <chalk and cheese>, they didn't rub along so well, but they always loved each other.  Growing up they got better acquainted.  FayM was appreciative of Amelia's many talents (and the golds she brought in) and Amelia was always in need of a good feeding.  They looked out for each other, in their own special way.  But now she was alone, and sat where she crumbled, and let the sadness consumed her.