Monday, 28 April 2014
Find
Friday, 25 April 2014
Letters to Myself
I've written the letters to myself,
incoherent, messy, torn.
They chart a story
that winds around my wrist
and writes out missing pieces
in my heart, in my mind
in the very body which contains
no soul. It writes out pain,
anguish and loss.
But you'll never see this.
You'll never read
my letters to myself.
Because they are broken
and incoherent and messy
and torn.
And you wouldn't understand.
You wouldn't, you wouldn't
see the words the way I do.
You wouldn't get my story.
You wouldn't see it my way.
Tuesday, 22 April 2014
Who am I?
where the only problems are the ones in your head.
Saturday, 12 April 2014
An Introducion
Forgive me for not properly introducing myself. It didn't occur to me that I needed to but clearly it was a bit rude. I apologise.
Hi. I am anyone. I am every person who passes you by, every person you have only briefly met, every person you didn't even notice. I am every person because I carry a story and that story carries a narrative - be it prose or poem or a grainy photograph. I am every person who carries an unlikely story.
So look around and wave because I'm standing right there, waiting to meet you. I hope to see you soon and when we do meet, you might realise that I am you.
How One Shall Go
Talking under the covers
we talked about where we'd go
and how we'd go. Standing on edges
of platforms on London's Underground,
walking ignorantly into Oxford Street
(not looking both ways);
we talk about what we'll leave
and never get back;
we talk about families and friends
and who we will hurt the most.
We talk about us
and how we think we will go.
Thursday, 3 April 2014
I trust you
I trust you to do so because
I know you will.
I trust you to hide from me.
I trust you to do so because
you know you are wrong.
I trust to run and hide
and to be always afraid.
I trust you to disappear forever
when I find out you've lied.