Thursday, April 29, 2010

petal bear

she was an oxymoronic threat, the woman that could never survive.
her fragility, her ferocity, her incapability to wive...

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

the laugh of the medusa

"before women can write they have to discover where their pleasure is located"
- cixous

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

fight or flight

flee flee as fast as you can.
cycle skate ride;
they will only catch you if you falter...

Saturday, April 24, 2010


i want a heart to hold,
i want to rock your soul.
i want a way to want, to need you,
i want your arms in the cold.

disrobed before her eyes

with feathered eyes, the soul hides...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

if ever...

one day well find each other.
meet on sands where our feet sink and kiss under the seaspray...

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


if she drowns in lake st james, who will find her bones?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

wonderkind mechanics

he thought she was pure but she only knew sin
he opened her heart but only found tin.

Friday, April 16, 2010


deep beneath the city that spoke there was a silent lake.
deep beneath the lake, there was desperate life.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

model situation

it took too long, it took a night.
but it was all a ploy. and i was a fool.
it just took too many hours to understand...

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

tug of war

push-pull. push-pull.
but is it the strongest that win?

Monday, April 12, 2010

sunrise writes

in this world, where we live, no one has lips,
im drowning in soundlessness...
where is your kiss?

Sunday, April 11, 2010


just like a regular cinderella but with more sensible footwear...

Saturday, April 10, 2010


her eyes held sorrow, in between;
she was so much older, than, seventeen.

Thursday, April 8, 2010


one day you will find your true angel
for i, am a dangerous one.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


it takes no match to give a spark,
its hard to try another heart.
id rather show you in the dark
but then i wont, see when we part.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


spirit kisses and tomorrows sorrows.
she was armfuls of deception and they, were waiting to be fooled...


and through the woods she crawled with her riding hood so silver
(for it would never be gold)
and she met a woolf
(for another time)
but she finally realised he wasnt worth her time at all...

Thursday, April 1, 2010

mister bones

what you are now, they once were.
what they are now, you will be.