Once upon a time
A cliche beginning
Simply children
Always listening
Glistening fables
Babbling brooks
All of our knowledge
Bound within books
We’d frolick through life
A flock of sheep
Innocent nature
Wrapped in cotton fleece
Gnashing teeth
Held at bay
Till nightfall spread
At close of day
Golden eye
That kept us safe
Had gone to sleep
So we’d escape
Down winding roads
Th...
Babbling brooks
Babbling babes
We fumbled where the fishes played
From dawn until the end of day
Back when life was just a game
Boggy creeks
Bogging babes
We rolled in mud
Down hills
In hay
We messed our hair up
Then we laid
To dry in the sun
Then hide in the shade
Back when mammy would shout and say
Your dinners ready
Come in from play
Back when life was just a game
Restless rive...
Beyond the map,
Where legends dwell,
I ventured into the unknown.
Unaware of how long I had travelled
Or how long I had left to go.
Beaten by the elements
Torn
Tired
Grown
I persevered
I walked alone
Further into the unknown
I made some friends along the way
I left them long ago
I knew that something better called me
Further into the unknown
I brought some things with me
Passed...
Find me down the garden path
Wasting my years away
Memories bleed through trellises
Misplaced love finds its way
My secret garden is just a place where only I can stay
Only I have the power to leave
But covered now, in autumn leaves
Weighed down by winter’s snow
The comfort of the cold, dead ground draws me back so
I scour round the labyrinth
Hoping to find that secret gate
That will...
Say it with me
It is not easy to just leave
Not everyone has the same freedoms as me
Not everyone chose to live a life and not be free
Just me
I put myself in this position
Crippled under self submission
Forced to drag my aching
Corpse through all of this broken glass
These shattered memories I thought were made to last
I chose to see the best version of you
To suffocate the scream...
The warm embrace
of golden hour
falls
upon
the meadow.
I don’t enjoy
watching her leave
as I know exactly
what it means…
Back to monotony,
the grind,
the pain staking labour
that just makes Sunday
so much sweeter
and yet
so
bitter.
She is known
for being
a day of rest
and a day
so serene
that it lifts
all of
that
pain
from your chest. I cannot
count
the number of times
that I ha...
I cannot look in mirrors, I’d turn myself to stone.
I find it’s rather poignant,
though,
to see what is your own.
You glide above the clouds,
I’m lurking underneath.
No one ever
told me that
My heroes had
sharp teeth.
I’ve seen so much down here
that would make
a mother
cry..
I’ve shown so many people
the realities
of your
lies.
It’s hard to save them
all at
once…
I try
to put
T...
Pretty Girl
Pompous Brat
Damned Tart
Kid
Broken Bones
Guttural Kick
Daydreaming Trip
Good girls listen
But I never did
Killing boners
Beating Death
Since I was but a kid
A kind kid
A gorgeous girl
A heart breaking baby
Purged of bloody innocence
Before adulthood claimed me
Dark grotesque pictures
Haunt me in the night
It’s a proper shame that no one ever taught me how to fight...
They say the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.. and in the same breath they say that you need room for growth. You need room to flourish.
I can’t see the other side from here.
I am a stranger to this path and yet I am not a stranger at all. We have always been destined to be old friends.
I have watched many of my sisters tread this path and I have watched them plant their seeds.
Bu...
