Forest Cave

In the soul of the forest

Trees crowded in an ancient meeting

Wings beating against your ears

As the secrets I whisper in trust to you

Hang in the fogged air like

The scent of life and death on your skin

Give me your sorrow as I give mine

In this realm connected and out of place

I want to feel every piece

Every quiver like the deer

That is always waiting for something bad

To understand how it is you are here

A man that has walked beside the reaper

Since you were a child

Fear has warped into numbness

The acceptance of chaos

As healing as a fire

That rips through the forest

Enabling the growth of new things

It can never be as it was

Admit to yourself that nothing matters

Yet the sun matters to the canopy

As it reaches for its warmth

Reach for me

Dweller of darkness

Tell your story to the night

Rest your head on the moss

Let yourself pretend for a moment

You are nothing but flowers

Bursting from the ground

Pale and beautiful

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Point of S(t)ale

in a darkened building

she is behind a counter

there is a long line of shadows

waiting on her

filling the space with decaying breath

she feels around for a screen

or a till stashed full of money

nothing is switched on

she is helpless

but the shadows refuse to leave

with their yellowing nails

clutching this and that

a lot of time has past

the urgency makes her teeth grind

they only care for themselves

she lies on the floor in desperation

they can not see her there

she knows it is childish

she is tired of being gawked at

despite the feeling that she is in trouble

it is a relief

unusually soft too

a body grabs her

she sits up

sticks her hand out

on to her bedside table

the counter seems to vanish

with the realisation

that her partner is embracing her

from behind

in their double bed

far removed from registers

from customers

her heart beat slows

she is in her favourite place

although

it feels like the shadows linger

always wanting

always waiting

unrelenting servitude

in an unending cycle

The Full Moon

the full moon

watched by a silent soul

noting the intensity of its glow

wondering if its an eerie coincidence

that it reminds them of the one they loved

who died ten years ago

as if the universe is giving a poetic reminder

to never let the memory fade

they feel it is a significant moment

with the moon a witness to their grief

the full moon

shines on another

doped up and done with the night

sprawled in a park

preying to anybody that would listen

that they will wake up to see the new day

caught up in the high

the moon catches their eye

a reminder of their loneliness

in the great scheme of things

 

the full moon

it offers itself as a beacon of light

in the literal sense

an icon for romance

and many other metaphors

the audience member

of the world

will listen when we howl

and that is all

Egomaniac

with every coffee you drink

it’s funny to think

it’s all for your Instagram

and all the pretty girls

that slip from your grasp

oh how they laugh

and say they dodged a bullet

because you’re full of it

you’re scared of fading out

as a forgotten soul

blurring into commitment

not filling that hole

you prefer the drama

it makes you feel important

so you can say life is hard

oh poor you

with your edgy Polaroids

thriving in your fake misery

your relationship fuck-ups

are simply future conversation points

at another back yard party

own your bullshit

don’t drag others down with it

 

 

 

Seeing Patterns

If you go looking for patterns you will find them

Not because they are there but because

You will them to be

A river over time will corrode into the earth

A sketch seen from space

With an expanding system

Determined by various factors we ignore and

Only see that the river’s fingers creep out

Like the neurons in our brains

Or the veins keeping us together

Surely these networks or links

By coincidence also look like

The roots and branches of a tree

Is it an earthly code

Or just the combination of

Gravity

Odds

Detail

Do not read too far in and forget

That words were created by humans

Which are made of atoms

The same as a word

Made of letters

Made of ink or pixels

Made of atoms

 

 

 

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Have a laugh with a co-worker in the back room.

Share a glance with a stranger waiting in line for food.

Stay up all night with your friends.

Reminisce your childhood with your parents.

Whisper something you have never said to your lover.

Give a cheeky wink to an overactive toddler.

Help an elderly person with their shopping.

Give a nod to a driver to say thanks for stopping.

You can never know what everyone is thinking

Does not mean there is any less meaning.

As much as hiding away from the world sounds ideal

The shared moments in my life have felt more real.

2016 Eleanor

Some might say I fell
The word is too quick for what really happened
It was as if a time lapse was taken
Over several months
And years
And I just forgot about the things
That were important to me at fifteen
Unintentional but
I’m trying find that place in my brain
That saw possibility
And power in words
Mostly the power it embedded in me

It’s alright
I’m resigned to what I am
Or at least finding that out every day