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

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bloggity blog, poetry

happy father’s day

Cruelty is not a trait you should have Compassion and kindness is the only way you should kill anyone Inflicting pain with every move you make The innocence of babes destroyed I hope you don't realise what you have done Because if you did That would be so much worse Laughter like hornets wings Your… Continue reading happy father’s day

bloggity blog, poetry

my fears plucked

Him Biting off more than he could chew Porcelain teeth cut through my soft flesh Spat out my pieces The bits he found so distasteful Am I so distasteful? Displeasing disposable This taste, full heart The window in my new room In my new home Is wide open now Negative temperature air Floating through my… Continue reading my fears plucked

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

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

bloggity blog, poetry

chest ribs broken

Decimated heart Torn out Cut from my chest Ribs broken Your rusty knife wounding You hand it to me, my dying heart Silver plater cold tarnished As if you are serving me Something which was never mine Removed and bleeding Hollow place where it once was It still beats like moth wings But it is… Continue reading chest ribs broken

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roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry

bloggity blog, poetry

medusa hair snake

Cold blooded Needing the warmth of others to stay alive A fire grrl seemed perfect for your next victim Medusa hair Snake in the grass Monster heart You turned that fire grrl to stone Cracked and crumbling Frozen and cold Mind in two Two minds All she ever wanted was you You wanna talk about… Continue reading medusa hair snake

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“run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

You know what is pissing me off right now? Australia. Not because I don't like the land. Australia is a beautiful place to visit. It is beautiful to live here and we do have a lot of freedoms. The part that is pissing me off has to do directly with my situation. One woman every… Continue reading “run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked