Category: Poetry

Juliet died for her mans, and I’d probably do the same for you. Alpha double plus when your fingers find my hair and move brutally through. Mama said give it time, I did, and right she was proved. India holds the oldest stories, but in our union, time feels a concept that’s brand new. Echo of pasts, but the [...]

I fell asleep before I remember you trying  I’ve mastered laying behind you crying Some nights it’s so hot I feel like I’m frying Others I shiver in the chill, lying In frozen sheets just prying  Into myself, shying from the dirty bits But diving into the polished habits Denying they face opposition But in [...]

Sometimes to you I let slip What I can’t say to him That’s why I dim at full brim Start to swim in the shallows And skim the surface  Swallow don’t spit I say heartbreak like it’s hymn  Condone what brings A broken chest to a teary chin Twist innocence To fit my blistered whim [...]

I know I shouldn’t do it But I’m gonna do it anyway So what’s the point of knowing? Some things happen so fast  I don’t realise 'till they pass Like sleeping through snowing It’s melted by the dawn crack Just wet feet and raised back As the cold wind blows slack Through the windows  I [...]

Sometimes I don’t even wanna talk to myself So writing these poems gets hard I want all the pigtail and gristle With no lard I want to fill these deep and plunging  Silences Scream down my yard I want to burn my throat so abundantly My words are left smokey and charred I want to [...]

Will I ever stop feeling like I’m Ruining your life? I strive to provide smooth glide But I’m bona fide sly When I realise that I Am making things difficult again And the slime of my crimes Engulfs all that I’ve dried From the saturation That comes after the downpours Of my cries I lie [...]

He’s getting me surprises Afforded by enterprises I ain’t privy too, but I realised this: That he keeps me safe  Holds me in the black of his iris So I’m never misplaced.  I have two weeks To broil in an excitement With no shape.  He’s getting me surprises Something I usually hate But the trust [...]

The innocent in godliness is really the bones It means any postcode can be home It means you come back after goodbye Just to be shone Why that cross around your neck Graces your collarbone And blesses you with soft sweet tones Letting you know you’ll never walk alone I wanted to be Christened, to [...]

The hottest place I’ve ever been Is turning cold We have each other though So four hands to hold We’re earning old Earning days of mooching And nights to be of told You said I’m "beautiful" Inside and out And I turned gold As I rooted about In the footwell  Bent and folded As we [...]

Why do so many of my old poems relate to you? It’s like you were always here, and I always knew You’d come, always knew you were the one Who would turn my world spun, and lunge Deep into the belly of my creativity And my creations  Like you were the one that was meant [...]