From my notebook


Placed in a Sigh

Forever stuck in dual reality

My hands wrought and made for me

A turmoil that would satisfy

And heart tucked away so safe I’ll keep

Secret dreams I’ve kept so deep

Even I know not where they lie

But lying am I within denial

Love me so my self-made trial

I know they live within my sigh





I’m shuddering

Against the endless fray




I’m sundering

Myself from my own name


Scalpel tongue

Burning and churning

This acid will spill

From mouth to your concience

As I fire at will

And grin spinning mouth

In a wicked out pace

I laugh at you cold

As your smile falls from face

My words are pure poison

As I slice open your mind

So often a nice girl

-But I repay in kind


2 responses »

  1. My words are pure poison…they slice you like a knife….oh my you’re a woman after my own heart {waves} I’m having a poke about your blog I hope you don’t mind ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thanks for saying hi over at mine. Absolutely adored these first two poems of yours I’ve read…I can relate ๐Ÿ™‚

    Nice to meet you and your words Keats x

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