Blackout poetry - the art of tearing out a page, circling words and blacking out the rest in marker. Who knew therapy could be so cheap?
Years caught, time frozen, In your innocent portrait, Ageing silently with guilt, Wednesdays wavered, time, Lost beneath the canvas, Smudged within brushstrokes, Memories fade through, Your paper fingers and feet, Left, to walk hovering halls. Chains scraping without sound, Chalky, still floorboards, Bound to the banister, Bars, a noose held tightly, Around your confession, Your … Continue reading The Portrait
a work of art, a sculpture built by me, about me, around me, imperfection ran away to the forest, where the troubled and troublesome play, but the devil has no presence under your clumsy pretty feet, no scent, no hint or smile, you'll never be found, but you be a beauty noticed, your heart beat … Continue reading Little One