I’m not always distasteful Some bluds might call me graceful No more graceful than dying hair red Taking a bath thinks A pic of fake Menstruation on social media seems needed as its relatable. Those who don’t know how it feels when your daughter whispers sweet nothings in your ear Until you can’t deny sheContinue reading “Grace full of distate”
It doesn’t take a hostage negotiation expert to know that eventually, even the savviest terrorist can be worn down to drop its ammunition.
Stockholm! Place of the cordial juiced up paedophiles.
Intensive herbal essence conditioning treatment is their only hope of showing her how to be free.
A Jesus embellished slice of toast to honour her first Butter valley communion.
She thinks she is free.
She knows it’s part of her syndrome.
Bahtuhkid · my thoughts about the past When I think I’ve escaped the past I know my Ma doesn’t drink alcohol and she Sort of kicked me out without kicking my ass. My daughter cried Tatiana didn’t meow I came back to the place where I thought I would relapse I went to buy catContinue reading “My thoughts on escaping the past”
Random fandom Venerable vulnerable Society disappoints my inner light. It screeches out a backdraft Quell the passion at the lack of incompetence. Respect our traditions and values Society came and went. Flew over a universal credit faux pas. Capital gains for an elite aura Chakra karma paid & displays a tramp with an earnestContinue reading “Capital gains for an elite aura”
Experimental poetry for fun
A true union of hearts was joined one summer in late June. The birds chirruped, the sun shone – the two became one -reflected for all to see by La Luna- the moon Air and Water – shouldn’t cross paths. These two elements casually ignore each other in nature’s form-its innate core. He of AirContinue reading “Spindrift Nouveau depart”
These spoken words infect the brain ‘Till it rot and fester. Dare deny thoughtless utterances Be it in mind maps or in clusters. Gathering speed from maimed parts Propel bodily functions into a catatonic state. Summon steel nerves climb barbed wired fences caught its rags. Wear with affray. Chaos stilled by lighting a hermitsContinue reading “Phantasmagoria”
It hasn’t taken away everything there is still me inside. Don’t forget I rise, fall, stumble, then I suppose because I’m here, I rise. See even grey lizards can be Newborn from cinders. My number is definitely not over Mother’s nature to beta block a seizure on Kronos’s clock. merely an earthling in my mortalContinue reading “The living ain’t easy”
“… It’s passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It’s expired and gone to meet it’s maker! This is a late parrot! It’s a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies! It’s rung downContinue reading “Pushing up Daisy”
This Borderline poem was written a week before I attempted to take my life (again).I ended up in Critical Care in a coma for 5 days & in ICU for a further 6 days. I was discharged from hospital on the 21st of May 2020 *