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Dylan's Perspective

Writing about emotions, a support worker mentioned that the pet store makes his "wallet sore" - I got carried away into this silly little piece.

Kimba (2)

Another one from my Thursday poetry group, this time making notes about a topic (my mother's dog) and then pulling them together into a poem.

Lunar Mirror

This week my poetry group experimented with shape poetry, and we were challenged to write one about the moon.

Wet Day

Wrote this one in my poetry group a few weeks back, been meaning to add it for a while.

Awareness

I was thinking about the competitions and awareness campaigns held by mental health, abuse survivor & similar activist groups, and how they often have similar themes like 'resilience'.

If Only

Alas, no amount of imagining or dreaming will bring back a child who has died.

A Child Who Grew In A Womb

In honour of Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness - and of course, my own two children gone too soon. Elyssami Faith & Mykelti Noah.

Punctuating You

Inspired by Rebecca McClanahan's Teaching A Nephew To Type, this one sort of built itself.

there is always conflict

A possible overload of (or at least, a definite recent obsession with) Doctor Who and some mixed feelings on sharing my opinions...

Waiting

First thing I've written in months...

In Progress

We look for answers among ghosts we left in closets-burned and buried and tried to forget-we look for answers among the betrayedand wonder why we find only riddles there. We forget about what and think about wherewe mourn what we lack and we tear at our hair;we walk away with no respect fo..

Vulnerable

After ages of not feeling like writing, this one came to me. Well, to be more precise, a different one came to me, got accidentally deleted and this is the result.

Scribbles

Works in Progress

From The Inside Out

Another piece for/about the daughter I miscarried in 2005, in honour of Pregnancy & Infant Loss Remembrance Day.

Works In Progress

her name doesns't echo anymoreand her voice doesn't leave imprints in the wallslike the spaces where tiny hands belonged in mine a duck in the canyon,she is an echoless shadow, butnothingmore than an urban myth,tried and tested on TV;if ever there was someone thereshe is l..

Gods & Prophets

A Slam! piece about finding oneself.

Contrast

Poetry contest 10 words challenge. This one contrasts some of the different relationships in my life.

Naked Testament

Just something cobbled together about denial.

test

this blank page glares at mewhile the silence in my fingersprovides a telling answerto a question unasked. stop. the unfamiliarhanging, mismatched,flung an accustation. unlike feelings never important,accidents trapped birds. obedience inside,feeling messy..

Skin Deep

Working through some stuff again...

afterwards

there once was a secret shorehidden in a cave of stone wherewater empties itself- he began an expeditiondestroying and defilingeverything.dynamite tearing downwalls and caves andall the little places we buildinside ourselves. systematicallyhe pulled the wings off the flyand exposed my cave..

stone upon stone

deep below, lava rivers bubbleflowing thickly beneath the surface, the volcano belches a poisonous cloudof ash and steam beneath thati am stone upon stoneupon lava upon stonearound an ocean with a sandy floorthat houses a tiny clamthat houses a tiny world: stone upon stoneupon lava upon st..

a new kind of friendship

gaining security in you and she,each day i dismantlea little bit of wallwhile she forges our paths,returns to me things i didn't knowi missed. youcollect, one at a time,thimblefulls of tears from the rivers,the lakes, and the oceans. together we will builda new form of art.

Morning Palate Painting

Mornings can be interesting when you've got a couple of issues, a plate of colourful cereal and a wild bird that likes to kick at your windows.

Opportunity

Experimenting with a form of poetry that requires you to choose a random page of a book and choose words in order, making sure there are no more than two contiguous words.

Caught

Experimenting with a form of poetry that requires you to choose a random page of a book and choose words in order, making sure there are no more than two contiguous words.

lit

This one's about wanting to be lit.

sleep

I've had trouble sleeping in my own bed for years now, but there are places/ways I sleep that are sometimes a little unorthodox.

Within (And Without)

Experimenting with a form of poetry that requires you to choose a random page of a book and choose words in order, making sure there are no more than two contiguous words.

Bring To Life

Experimenting with a form of poetry that requires you to choose a random page of a book and choose words in order, making sure there are no more than two contiguous words.

Ba-na-nanana

Originally this was supposed to be about how my brother's favourite food was silverbeet and how much I hated it, for a contest on here. It kind of went in its own direction instead.

Deliverer of Their Sorrow

This was inspired by Marie Anzalone's piece Tending the Garden of a Suicide Victim.

Sandscape

Going through a lot of change, and having a hard time, I was suddenly assailed with the image of myself trapped inside a giant sandscape.

Writing In Circles

It's easier for me to write than to talk, but all I really do either way is cover myself in words that seem designed to hide. Not (own) fat-friendly.

Facebook Quilting II: Fae

Having tackled Cento poetry, I decided to take matters into my own hands. This one is composed entirely of my friend Fae's Facebook updates (primarily statuses but also links and comments).

Facebook Quilting I: Rich

Having tackled Cento poetry, I decided to take matters into my own hands. This one is composed entirely of my friend Rich's Facebook updates (primarily statuses but also links and comments).

Patchwork

Challenge Poem: CENTO form

Learned

Things I have learned/discovered/rediscovered on my holiday: 1. It's possible that I'm braver than I think. 2. It requires far less coordination to use an airplane bathroom than to use one at Bandar Seri! 3. Knowing the right things to say/ask for can really help. 4. Ten thousand..

Adrift

I wanted to explore feeling so alone and very far from home while travelling around the UK to meet friends.

Rhyme

Somebody once told me that only poetry that rhymed was "proper" and that a lack of rhyme showed a poet up as inferior.

Scenery

This one was inspired by the scenery outside my window as I flashed past on a train bound from Manchester to Exeter.

Mykelti

For the Poetry Prompt contest: required mention of the following words - "fire", "lips", "rainbows", "orb", and "angel".

Caitriona

Sitting at my desk as night turned into day here in Glasgow, so far from home, this one just happened. Caitriona is the Scottish Gaelic form of (French) Catherine, which means Pure.

predator

A difficult experience on the subway today sparked this one about reliving prior assault.

forfeiture for survival

now here in this placewith blinds drawn,you have locked out the sun. i close my ears to the echoes,of all that there was; a steady fall of innocence.a potpourri of stone and acidbuilds your leavening; stalactites grow from the roof.

friendship wasn't designed to be uni-directional

This one's the result of working through thoughts/feelings about a friendship I ended somewhat recently.

falling is easy

It's easy to fall, rising takes practice.

Dichotomous Poetry

Poetry/poets explored from two different angles. I pulled this together from notes scratched out on my phone a few months back.

Uncertainty

I live my life walking on eggshells.

unidentified

An intruder lurks within - not all emotions come easily labelled.