Yes, poetry first, then maybe I'll follow with fiction. Just a collection of unfinished thoughts, random musings, and an attempt to put them into poetry form. As a consequence, they have pretty poor rhythm, so please forgive that. Otherwise, enjoy! Oh, and for the readers of my story, there is another chapter very soon to be finished :)

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‘No name’

It was fleeting, it was short
It left as soon as it started
Memories fade
But never completely

A dull ache
Just resting there in a hole in my heart

It comes out to hurt me sometimes
Makes me angry, lonely, sad

It needed to stop
Because it was sweet, so bittersweet

‘Cold Hearts’

She’s stern and strict
Couldn't care if that girl
Is dying
But inside she’s surely breaking

He’s rough and coarse
Burdened with the absent father role
He does not know where the
Guilt comes from
It does not own up to itself

They had dreams too, once
When they were young and free
Cold clouds with cold hearts
Made their shadow and crushed all that lived and breathed

They don’t realise what they’re doing
Was done to them

‘Snow White’s Apple’

Ravens circle up above
Of what is supposed to be dead
They poke and pick
Their cries spread like rumours
Bringing more and more to scene

Some sit by and commentate on the
Picker’s choice of juicy words

A revolting ordure fills the air
The sticky-sweet smell of death

And hence the description of
Our cruel society.

‘For the love of ink’

Scavenge around for inspiration
You find it in the strangest of places
Where you’d never expect to be

Don my smock of painted denim
And dream about all things black with splashes of green
Like dark scarecrows and pirate dots
Funeral dresses and old grey tresses

When will they make sense
Be put to paper
Instead of being jumbled up and
Mixed within each other inside my
Confusing clockwork

‘Dandelion puff’

Time flew by
And I barely had time to blink
My eyeballs roll back to find it again
And I smile as I remember memories
But something inside me is yearning
And tugging to get back to the present
You can’t stay in the past
And that’s how it goes

‘Alice’

Tick, Tock.

Tick, Tock.

Dreams fade, in and out
While white rabbits with waistcoat watches
Are scamping all about

Pink and purple striped cats
With creepy smiles and weird voices

‘We’re all mad here,’

I don’t know where to turn
Or whom to trust

Whether to drink, or whether to eat
Whether to lie, whether to cheat

‘Off with his head!’

I don’t know if I believe
In humanity anymore
Does it even exist?
Can’t be sure.

‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’

I don’t know, and I don’t care,
The signs of your madness is your
Thick, red hair.

Riddles and ravens,
Madness and clocks,

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

‘Tongue sliding’

Haven’t see you guys in so long
Mixed feelings and memories churning
While trying to talk, not breakdown

‘Let’s hang out,’
Oh, really?
What makes you say that?
Am I that nice or something

‘We should catch up sometime,’
Am I really interesting
Or is that your goodbye line
To end pointless yet meaningful
Conversations

Am I really that engaging, pretty, mature that you’d want to
Hang out? Catch up?
Talk again?

I’m not perfect, and even likeable seems
Pushing it
Or so it seems sometimes

Tongue slipping,
Tongue slipping,

How dearly I’d pay for authentic conversations

‘Reminiscing’

Shaking of this old dust
And bits of lace
Taking out my worn memories
I smile upon those golden years
So naïve and adoring
I’ve changed now, but that’s good I think

Meanwhile little bits of inspiration
Smack me in the face as I flip through
Silly childhood stories