These poems have been drawn from my old deviantART. They have not been plagiarized.
My poetry rarely rhymes, occasionally makes sense, and strives to avoid too much emo imagery. I draw some from e e cummings, although I do occasionally like to explore classic forms of poetry, especially the Elizabethan sonnet.
With all that in mind and/or out of the way, here goes nothing.
Tabula Rasa
I want the world like an etch-a-sketch
to shake, and shake, and shake shake shake
I want the world like chalk-
dust wiped from the black-green
history board
I want the world like chapter three
of a bodice-ripper
all breathless new
and nerves all awakened
because The Old World
lies
an upset cupcake
all pink frosting and dirt
and I do not want to eat it
(although it is because of my
fumble-lazy fingers
that it dropped in
the first place)
Solitaire
My
hands filled with leaf-brittle cards --
knowing full well I can cheat with my hands tied behind me --
kissing the ace of spades
running the queen of hearts along my throat
(sweetly)
eyelid fluttering thoughtfully in this
somnambulist daymare
Collecting the hearts (like
some demented Eros)
and letting them fall on the wooden floor
like so much rubbish
The ceiling and the walls are awash with red
Swimming At Night
O delicious twilight
painting all the sea
a soft, palatable silver
with star-roses, slipping free
amongst the lapping wavelets,
beckoning to me.
Whilst underneath those foamy lips
the purple seaweed dancing,
with copper carp and golden gar
through the dark forest lancing
and further deep, the unknown leap,
merrows and kelpies prancing.
That's all for now. I will add things as I see fit.
