Poetry | Stories | Photography
Rosy glasses,
the world looks
beautiful & bright.
The city lights,
dazzling opportunities
to make cash, be famous.
Beautiful,
a youth with beauty &
virginal naivety on your side.
A Fledgling,
you learn to fly through
many attempts and mistakes.
Many fell;
you remain.
We are not perfect
ageing considered ugly
refusing to care
“This is the cafe of feelings.”
“We buy feelings.”
“I have feelings.”
“Are you sure? Come with me…”.
“Lining up, they wait and watch the people order in front until it’s their turn.”
“I want a few dollops of sadness, happiness, and anger.”
“I’ll have the same. This’ll be fun”.
Echoes from the sea
a shell from long, long ago
longing for the sea
Exhaustion.
Flicking in and out of consciousness,
my lips feel numb.
Usual noises sound bombing loud,
forgetting the time.
I become a melancholy masterpiece,
a sad classical song.
A long storm rages
the sea whips about wildly
a long night ahead
Come to me,
leave everything you love alone.
Be with me;
give up your humanity for me.
Live with me;
love me more than you love them.
Come alone;
with one bite, I will free you from
humanity’s snare and guide you
into the shadows and the dark.
A dream unfulfilled
sailing along narrow fjords
too poor in sorrow
only you,
no one else.
take your brush,
run the bristles through
and set it well.
rub concealer
upon your face and neck
to hide you.
run a pash stick
over your ruddy lips to
hide the peeling.
wear something
not so revealing, yet a
little unlike you.
say your goodbyes,
whisper to your Mother,
“Goodbye, Mum”.
take a small case,
only the significant things
you hold so dearly.
come alone to me,
tell me nothing remains and
all pain will cease.
We put you away
in a draw where no sunlight
could dance upon you.
C & K 