My Creative Portfolio
A space for all my poetry, prose, and short stories. Read, enjoy, and be inspired. Feedback always welcome.
Come to Your Senses
If I could see my shattering soul and my shattering soul could speak,
would it call me names? Would it call me weak?
If I could hear myself when I’m alone, and others heard too,
would anything really change? What good would that do?
If I could live my screaming thoughts, and my screaming thoughts got out,
would they seem more real? Would they be in doubt?
And if I could smell the world around me, beyond the thick glass door,
maybe I’d smell fruit and flowers, not just a place to abhor.
If I touched my beating heart, and my heart forgot to beat,
well then that’s for the best,
I would no longer cause distress
my shattered soul could rest.
All is Lost
I stare blankly into the distance
My eyes burn, an eternal scar
Darkness prevails and all is lost
Like blinds, taking the world away.
My eyes burn, an eternal scar
Incarcerated, curled up on the floor
Like blinds, taking the world away,
bleeding ink that stains my mind.
Incarcerated, curled up on the floor,
the jagged rocks pierce through.
Bleeding ink that stains my mind -
It can't be much longer now.
The jagged rocks pierce through
My heart - a soft, slithering fish
It can't be much longer now...
waiting for the dark to come and play.
My heart – a soft, slithering fish
Darkness prevails and all is lost
Waiting for the dark to come and play…
I stare blankly into the distance
Apport
In the courtyard there is a lamp. A dusty oil lamp. I wonder when it was last in use, since cobwebs crowd the rim. Strangely, the light is on.
Flickering, the pulsating of a heart – I think -...a heart beating slowly...a heart dying slowly. I touch it, warm yet comforting on my reptilian skin.
Bitter tastes float in bitter air; I can taste the coldness, freezing my throat as I swallow.
The white morning seems alien, with this light silently signalling. Like it wants help. It can’t have been here long, someone would have noticed.
I noticed.
But I am as silent as the rest of them, no skin in the way you are used to it, no heart that you speak of, no air to brush against a face, a pane of glass, or a dusty oil lamp.
Hierarchy
Stop looking at me, why do you stare?
Do I look funny? walk funny? Do you really care?
‘cause if you think about it, it’s not really fair
Peering down at us, sniggering at us from up there
in Gazillionaire Towers
with more than your fair share
whilst others, just to survive, take on more than they can bear
pulling out their hair
they don’t have a prayer
or an answer to the question
What do they do but glare?
Why do we not compare?
We breathe the same air
Is our world beyond repair?
As we sink further and despair
What society dictates, we must now be aware,
Is hierarchy in action,
greed for greed’s sake
If we don’t do something, it’ll be our mistake
To let others rule, to take and take and take
There rites are our rites, and we must now declare:
That we know now what they do, when the simply stop and stare.
There
There he sits awaiting
the return of the world
doors swinging, shadows shouting, eyes staring
but still, he silently sits
not quite sure how he got there
Locked out or Locked in?
depends how you look at it
Locked out of all the chatter
Locked in his own mind
not quite sure how he got there
Everything stops spinning
and just for a second
he sees what he wants, in the corner by the door
He wonders why he hadn’t noticed him before
not quite sure how he got there
So he slides over, avoiding infinite eyes
his boots muddying the muddied carpet
of all the years and decades past
Awaiting this moment to come at last
“Why now, though?” spoke a voice in his head
“Is it because he is dead?”
That can’t be, he can’t dwell on that,
He sits beside the man and takes off his hat
Then everything around them melts away
He’s found what he wants, and he’s here to stay
Not quite sure how they got there,
but contented all the same
They no longer sit in silence
They no longer sit in shame
Nobody stares because nobody cares
And in the Afterlife, we’re all the same.