bloggity blog, poetry

one short life

With in my walls I hear it tapping every night once all is asleep but me tap tap tap I lie awake and listen I pray be pipes or house settling my mind sees a single finger bone and nail tap tap tap tap Poltergeist energies of Ouija board moments mocking me with your insistent… Continue reading one short life

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bloggity blog, poetry

what we sow

I can feel him squirm The worm he is Not dragon or snake Doesn't need to tell me How "powerless" feels This was a lesson he taught me too well Am I enjoying myself? Well ... yes It is not often We get to see karma in action But I warned him She is a… Continue reading what we sow

bloggity blog, poetry

coming home

The leather squeaks as I shift nervously The plane comes in to land, fidgeting fingers showing the race of my mind Butterflies seems an inadequate description Turbulent, rocking, riling in my belly A flock of harried crows quarrel in my stomach Snakes and spiders and bugs creep and writhe Tap tap tapping the seat as… Continue reading coming home

bloggity blog, poetry

with starlight feels

I look around At where Î find myself Today Body tingling with starlight glistening glimmers Feels a łot like hope and independence Never dreamed I'd be here I still dõn't... Not technically And I don't need to Because I am here LiVing in the moment Not momentarily But monumentally Importancė and greatness Seeing my own… Continue reading with starlight feels

bloggity blog, Mother Fucking Rant

I’m an adult, I swear!

There is nothing quite like living with a parent when you are an adult to make you feel like a fucking child. I have a number of friend people in a similar situation to me. Finding themselves in a space in their life where they have had to either move back home or simply share… Continue reading I’m an adult, I swear!

After The End, bloggity blog

third born chosen

Incense smolders Smokey serenity drifting I breathe in like wind through trees Exhale. Trepidation spilling Waterfall cascade. Lips of stone earthen They do not tremble Raven perched upon my shoulder Cawing gently into my ear "It's time," he says Mother paints the pentacle star upon my brow green for protection sister paints left palm Eye… Continue reading third born chosen

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hotel rooms and twists of fate

In a surprising turn of events, I find myself in a hotel room... I realised that I have not written non fiction for a while so... I should probably do that. So, I have stayed in so many hotel rooms. Way more than I should've. And most of them have not been for holiday fun… Continue reading hotel rooms and twists of fate

bloggity blog, poetry

my freedom, waves

Vapor rings dance out of my mouth as I think of all the things I have done Sleeping in a double bed First time in two years Space has never felt so cozy He, a paper weight on my ink-stained soul It is nice to finally allow the breeze to take me where it pleases… Continue reading my freedom, waves

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Both

The wild we run Both like Beasts Both like creatures of the night I run to you If home is where the heart is I have already given you mine Both chambers Both atriums Both ventricles You, both sweet and not Both good and not Both need and want Want and not don't rhyme, Amberley… Continue reading Both

bloggity blog, poetry

through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year