The broken bodies
Left to the mud,
Brown mixing with red
Create a bloody picture
Of Red, White and Blue.
In the rain pavements shine
As if lightning had struck
The strength of the people
Resounds like thunder
As they cry:
“Do you hear the people sing?
Calling for their lives
As they fall to the
Wishing for you to understand
That these hearts full of love
Want no more to fall
To this war-torn land
Where no war was declared.”
On my own I stand
Mud sucking at my feet
Drawing me in to
Fallen bodies sinking
Blood and mud squelch
Between my toes
As I stand beyond
The protective border
Of crates chairs and tables.
Turning the ground into
Rivers of decay.
Thunder roars alongside
Lightning flashes like
I stand before metal demons, then lightning flashes all around.
The hills her body,
The flowers her green blue eyes,
Fallen leaves her hair,
The winter chill is colder than her
Wisps of cotton wet lay across the sky
Blocking the heroic dots in midnight.
Flashes of orange and green light that fly
Across the miserable patchy night.
Down below the darkness, an echo cries,
The wilderness is dying my dear child,
It is time to say farewell and goodbye
To the not so everlasting wilds.
Deer, wolves, boar and slithering snakes,
Roam a dying home looking for new land,
Why did we destroy this world for fuck sake?
The lord does know this was never planned.
The end of the world is coming my dear,
We no longer have anything to fear.
Recently I have started a soundcloud account where I will be reviewing various television shows, books, graphic novels and films as well as discussing topics close to my heart.
Follow this link to my very first podcast where I review Legend of Korra’s Graphic Novel Turf Wars Part 1.
I have some very exciting news. My first poetry piece, entitled Lost and Delirious Lovers, has been published in an anthology a few months ago now! This is also my very first publication and I am so excited to see where this first piece could take me in future.
Here you can find the anthology, there are many other amazing pieces of fiction, poetry and art within the book also, so be sure to check it out!
(This poem was produced during guest lecturer Cathy Galvin from The Word Factory’s talk where at the start she had us write a poem in the style of a Sevenling poem)
I have often loved alone.
Believing in fairy tales, movie romance,
And romantic storytelling.
I am an unrealistic dreamer,
An Aurora dancing with someone
To happily ever after.
Then I met her.
Damaged and broken
Held together by metal spikes.
A scar never to heal,
Nerves never to return.