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: Dave’s Combat Rave Cave For The Exceptionally Brave Aftershave Of Doom
For Leo x The sounds of Skyrim fill the room Pizza on an unwinding afternoon Leo’s making funny faces Vulgate’s Batman intimidates us Kaia’s cheesy, beary grin Rose’s bleeding heart of sin Galavar and Dave battles avoid Mr. Furrbles stayed employed Lots of yawns and soft little sighs But the nicest thing about DnD sometimes…
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…
Sea Shanty: The Universe Sent Him A Fairy
For Wise, you definitely should get yourself a sailboat! Oh there was a sailor bold He went to sea to search for gold But all he found was a merry lass dreamy // And he sailed into the sun With a glass full of rum And the universe sent him a fairy // He had…
A Letter to Beatrice: My Cold Blood
Dear Beatrice, When I was younger, I used to idealise you. In truth, I still think many of your words capture the spirit of strong, independant womanhood far better than many modern writers and poets. “I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.” Stunning, my dear,…
MarieAthena & Co 