Poetry: On A Journey

For Myouou, thank you so much for the coffee! Read a book Lovely readers Slip away into a dream Where things change as suddenly As dewy flowers next to a stream Read a book Lovely readers Read and read and read For you never know where the page will take you Or what isn’t as…

Poetry: Chip In and Stand Together

The bleeding hearts Of all those who work on the frontlines Make me say huzzah But it’s an unpleasant and undermentioned truth That the people who do so much for society And who are so brave Also tend to be people who are hurting And it’s our responsibility to take care of them And it’s…

Poetry: Night Shift

The widening under my eyelids And slowing of my breath The stretch in my jawline And soft fall of my hair The tip-tap of my keyboard And the glow of fluorescent lights The anticipation of waiting And nervous pacing of my heart Night shift is about to start

Poetry: Badge of Honour

I wear my love for you as my Badge of Honour And I am not ashamed Of caring about you Of feeling for you You matter to me Thriving, for me Means being unashamed of Who I am Why I am I love you Yes, Little Dove You All of you And like an ocean…

Poetry: Half A Jar Of Jam

For a friend of the fishes, Volley. I didn’t really think we’d be friends for a good while after I first met you, but hey – I’m super glad we are and that’s life! I’ll never forget the …err Heated discussion We had in the GAF that first day For what it’s worth I’m sorry…

Poetry: Rubies On Fire

Sweetly sighing sounds of sin On a Sunday afternoon It’s a fleeting lapse, le petit mort Such a fine and fearless feeling Dropping my beautiful dewy days in Dedication to my own delight Rowing a righting ship of richly Star-redded rubies on fire Merry laughter ringing out Meddles and masquerades In truth, I am my…

Poetry: You Are A Queen

For Rose Frosting, that beautiful little girl of only six months ago. Hold on, a question from the gallery! Oh, you don’t remember her? Who is she, you ask? Well, I haven’t used that name in a long, long time. Mind you, of course you all know her, she’s me x How many times have…

Poetry: Afluttering In My Breasts

O I love girls And I love boys But most of all I love being in love The soft touch of a beautiful hand That sets afloat again a thousand gorgeous butterflies Afluttering in my breasts and lips Drink of the sweet wine of love Dear readers, and you’ll never regret it It will send…

Poetry: Jedi Whispers

It’s a new hope of mine That I’ll drink of Oyster wine And seriously explain the horrors Of blu-ray remixes and Jedi whispers Perhaps it’s not quite right to say this to an elf Crossovers isn’t usually something I do myself // But I’ll speak these words timeless and true Knife-Ears, May The Force Be…