I read in the paper that...Another boy died in the warGunned down by the TalibanHis body riddled with bulletsInside I weepHe was only nineteen, smiling in his dress uniformHe was on his last tourI switched on the news and found out...Another man died in t...
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Louise
Over 90 days ago
United Kingdom
Stories
Don’t you miss stanzas? I do I do They order you, my words, like soldiers in a game of strategy Separating ideas like Fair trade farmers shoving coffee beans into pilesDon’t you miss poetic devices? I do I do My good pals, onomatopoeia, assonance and allu...
The Celebration of sound
The gigMusic-lovers stand jam-packed in the arenaSurrounded by my musical family of all creeds, races, and ages Differences discarded like last season’s fashions Jubilation spills forth in grins matched like handbagsto shimmering eyesAirborne snippets of snatche...
The Chaos within
the chaos of feelingsMemories madness tinged Induce within a slight insanity And so I guard daily against the chaos within Pushing the boundaries Shuffling through secrets This conflagaration that is sometimes the chaos within Sometimes a wild charm It draws people like flame...
No one ever sees me at first. I’ve learnt to blend in with the night and to mask my footfalls. It helps me to hunt my victims more effectively. I’m what most psychologists would term a sociopath or psychopath. I’ve never been diagnosed by anyone as I’ve h...
And now, and now?
first attempt at free verseDipping and turning I try pull free of structureAnd miss and pullI’m still, I’m stillDrowning in meaningDiscarding stanzas like past relationshipsMixing metaphors like cocktails in happy hourOverwhelmed by mediocrityIt’s hard to unlearn, Scary evenAnd now...
Get Over it!
Frustration, my friendWhen you grumpily bear that frown And wear your pride like a crown I want to slap you to the ground And hiss and verbally reboundWhen you whine how life is unfair I long to tell you to grow a pair I look at your privileged life Untouched by real tragedy a...
My Secret World
The secretive worldSecrets - All types - Each hiding a layer They cling to me cloyingly Envelop me like viscous fog Embedded deep within like weeds Childhood - My secret world - An escape Covertly cultivating each secret Like a beloved pot plant Developing into habitual pri...
The Accidental Detective part 5
So Mac, Lucy and Boba Fett walk into a basement...disclaimer - I do not own or lay claim to any of the songs mentioned in my story. Nor to any references to characters, movies and shows “I don’t know if I can fix it” he said seriously “But I am going to try my hardest to try get you out of it” He looked...
As I stand in the unlit darkness Observing the clouds cover the sky which hides the stars and the moon furtively I argue in my mind Is it black or a much more subtle deep velvety purple that appears black? The smoke from my cigarette unfurls into its dept...
Who are we, the misplaced people?
Trying to find my identity as a South AfricanWhat is it to be South African? Who are we this multiracial nation?Broken down and reformed Tottering around like a child learning to walk Every little thing seems to push us down But we get up and start againTrying to find an identity When all around us...
The Accidental Detective part 4
Lucy's in the kitchen with pancakesSherry Baker-Smythe had come into my life when I was ten. I was universally hated and bullied at school because my father was a constable. He had arrested most of the fellow pupils' fathers, mothers brothers, uncles (you get the gist).Crime was rampant on...
Your song came on the radio todayAnd it brought on a rush of melancholyAnd for a second my heart bledBecause that song was you And with it a rush of memories Dylan, King, Bowie, Weller and LennonEvery discussion we had echoes in my mindThe laughter and th...
The Moods of Love
love poem about the different moods of loveThe Moods of LoveMy poem of love is hard to define - Because what I want of it changes all the timeSometimes I want it to be like a movie or books - Unrealistically romantic, full of clichés and loved filled looks Other times it is a simple hug when I nee...