Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Ill Fated

And the heart of your
once so desired
no longer feeds my sin.

Even when I bury my mind
into your bosom,
nothing more but a weeping
smile returns
my ill fated heart.

And yonder I look
beyond any horizon,
the longing
of your
gentle kiss,

remembering once so young,
we lasted amongst
those weeds
in the morning sun.

For now
I stare
into the bottomless
the poison inside

If only I had not
been sustained
by those who thought
what was right
would lead
my life astray.

Because everything now
with its wealth of
obscurity, is
shadowed by those
by those stains.

Return once again,
if only in a dream
and remorse will swallow
all the pain

Monday, 26 December 2011

Monday, 19 December 2011

Fish Bowl

Sleep inside my fish bowl,
dream inside my rabbit hole

Curl inside our key hole
become my plastic doll

Wake up inside my fish bowl
come out from your rabbit hole

Unlock our key hole
become my porcelain

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Little Rabbit on a Hill

There's something about being home, where your parents used to live as husband and wife, where your brother and sister still occupied their bedrooms and the assortment of various pets decorated the kitchen floor, that brings a succession of memories to mind.

Starting with the closet in my bedroom. I haven't opened it for years. And now, a collection of ancient clothing, stacked and dumped, curdled and twisted, stares back at me and all I want to do is empty it. Get rid of this past and stuff it into a bin bag. Some items I tenderly pull out, pressing the hard cotton against my skin, watching myself in the mirror, wondering if it still fits... It doesn't. My boobs bulge out, my shoulders stretch the seams and my twenty something belly pokes out from underneath. Nope, really can't get away with wearing this one anymore.

My room's basically a collection of seventeen year old gadgets, posters, CD's, stacks of misunderstood mail, dolls; plastic and porcelain, stuffed monkeys, bears, rabbits and dogs, sticky bongs collecting dust and the inevitable fog of almost a decade worth of memories piled up, ready to be absorbed for lunch.

Some nostalgia hangs like a coat hanger in a closet, naked from any garment, swaying back and forth, wondering if it will come to any use again. Other nostalgia hangs heavily still, seeping deep into the floor boards, creating unwanted rings.

No longer that girl I was ten years ago, it's time I cleaned my past from any cobwebs that might still linger.

And I finally feel ok to do that.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

LIVE O2 Arena

This was us, The Unkindness of Ravens @ the O2 free stage 8 December an hour before Brian Adams hit the stage.