I Called

I called out to the wind and it screamed at me.

It witnessed your life fade away.

Over

How did I arrive here?

When did I start to detest you?

[You hurt me]

I hear you want my magic, again.

I feel you miss me.

I know you need us.

Only over my dead body…

When did I become so lost?

Why did I lose focus?

How did love get so stale?

[You stabbed me 33 times]

I know you want to hold me.

I sense you genuinely care.

I heard you call my mind out.

Over my dead body…

When did I forget who I am?

How did I fail to acknowledge the red flags?

Why did I swipe right on you?

[You disrespected our relationship]

I know you’d never have left me.

I hurt from the mental abuse.

I cry for the physical detriment.

Over my dead body…

To feel my heart beating was a privilege you’ll never experience again.

To have my fine elixir drown your handsome face will never be repeated in this life or the next.

To hear my voice whisper how amazing you are will remain a pretty dream you have before my presence in your life haunts you.

Now I know your mind is defeated, I can sleep with ease.

Rest In Peace

Unique

The Complexities of Time

Time encouraged me to trust you.

Time pushed me to share.

Time gave me confidence.

Time accepted all I had to bare.

Complexed was your mind, intertwined with mine.

Complexed was my thought processes 90% of the time.

Complexed became your signature when what you said was opposite to your actions.

Complexities came about like bad acne, not enough treatment to gain traction.

Time taught me that you’re fraudulent.

Time set me on fire.

Time burnt away my emotions.

Time left you as a liar.

ASMR: Freedom of Speech – Ted Hughes

ASMR: Red – Ted Hughes

Voice: Cambridge – Frank O’Hara

Voice: Poem by Frank O’Hara

Voice: Music by Frank O’Hara

Buckets of Love

I can tell you about the blue buckets I have in my bathroom.

They’re filled with love.

At night I wander the streets and sprinkle hearts on all things green.

A bucket here, a bucket there, you know what I mean.

But where do they come from?

I can’t share that information on my blog.

A Beautiful Song

I heard from a bird that sang the sweetest notes.

I never stopped to record it, although I recall it was a moment ago.

Doll

Doll Face

Perfect hair.

Dazzling smile.

Vibrant eyes.

Peachy cheeks.

Call her pretty, call her sweet.

Sugar and spice and everything nice

But that’s overused clichés.

All of the above.

Toothache

The piercing of my gum started a few days ago.

New hole you made and pushed through baring your head.

Ouch!

You’re huge and annoying.

When will you leave me alone?

Like the storm, be gone! Be gone!

Wise wisdom be gone!

Shop-Pigs!

I visited the super-market and could not buy:

Hand-sanitiser
Antibacterial Surface Spray
Antibacterial Wipes
Porridge
Oat-milk
Self-raising flour

I have visited the super-market every-day since March 17 2020

It is disheartening each time I visit, nothing is available…Knowing that people across the United Kingdom have stock-piled through sheer greed!

#ThanksForNothing

Mirror – Sylvia Plath – Read by Unique

Lockdown

‘Indoors, indoors, indoors!’

‘Crow, it’s for the benefit of all.’

‘Indoors, indoors, no more!’

‘Crow, it’s for the good of human-kind.’

‘Indoors, indoors, I hate these walls.’

‘Crow, you picked the colour, remember from before?’

The little blackbird ruffles his feathers in his spot on the corner of their kitchen table. He looks longingly out of the window and snarls, ‘Fucking panic-buyers, there wasn’t any chicken nuggets left!’ Unique turns off the saucepan that now has heated baked-beans, mushrooms and onions inside. ‘Crow, we’ll be fine. We have chickpea-chick’n for tomorrows dinner.’

‘Indoors, indoors, indoors! No more indoors, no more.’

Unique serves up two bowls of mashed potatoes, beans, mushrooms, onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Places the dishes onto the table, Crow grumbles and whispers, ‘I wanted roast chicken!’ Unique rubs his left cheek and prompts him to try his first meat-free meal.