the sky as my canvas –
the clouds as my inspiration
the endless possibilities
as the sky hands down
the sun
into the sea
sky gets its fingertips wet –
sun –
slides underneath –
all fades to black
the sky as my canvas – a poem
Tag: write
beyond appearance
Before I get to the poem I’m going to share, J.K. Rowling. She wrote some transphobic tweets and then went further in writing more of her views on her website. I in no way agree with her. When I read what she wrote I wanted to vomit. People will read that and agree with her because they are also misinformed. She didn’t even include the sources of her information. I’m raging. And I don’t even want to think about Harry Potter right now.
Urgh.
age, sexuality, gender –
is this all you want to talk about?
what is that, are they together – wonder what their family think
all that is in an age are numbers
for organisation,
we cannot all be born at once, you see
dare i ask
what of love –
what if they love one another?
perhaps what you see goes beyond appearance –
is not binary –
or what you believe –
based on perception
what if it is love –
do you think before you love?
what a shame
our heart has more sense than our prejudice.
A short Morning poem
Morning. Hope you are all doing ok. Found this little poem in a word document. Getting dressed for a day of doing nothing. Please, if you do enjoy my poetry head over to my Patreon, where you can find lots of my other poems. Thanks for reading. What are your plans for today?
hangers click, handless sleeves reach out
as i pull from the depths of my wardrobe
a shirt –
tangled, attached
a black belt –
observation of feelings
the weight of this depression surprises me
it hasn’t felt this heavy in a while
with tears and snot and a headache and insomnia –
an enormous vacuum of pressure
i know i haven’t been taking care of myself,
i never seem to be able to put myself first
i’m confused at how the UK can be in lockdown
and yet so many businesses appear to be preparing to reopen –
i only went to three places pre-virus
and now i haven’t the choice – to go anywhere, to be somewhere
at a given time
i feel powerless –
the structure of my day was up for construction anyway
and now it feels pointless to try –
i don’t know what i’m meant to hold on to –
i feel lonely
and yet i have not entertained those feelings for years –-
i shoved lonely into the back of the wardrobe
and told myself i was fine
i didn’t need anyone
maybe some of these feelings are healthy –
tears are not a sign of shame –
vulnerability is a good thing –
Up and down, like the weather in the UK at the minute, yanno?
i should have said something
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