Poems 2015

  • Stars

    Stars seem odd to aspire to be. They are beautiful and they shine, yet they burn out and die, as we do. They are so out of touch and difficult to reach; all their energy goes into being bright, just for them to fade away. I would rather be the whole night sky. Something people […]

  • Orange Overalls illustration by Alé Mercado

    Orange Overalls

    I keep them safe inside me mind, locked up very tight. They hum and haw incessantly. Restlessly. But I – I say nothing. The walls, they grow in width and height, hidden deep inside this prison in my mind. But I – I’m captured too. I feel them claw their needle-sharp nails against my inner […]

  • Clichés illustration by Alé Mercado

    Clichés

    I worked so hard to create an us that I lost myself in the process. I know it’s a cliché, but that doesn’t make it less true. After all, everything was a cliché with us, from the first cheesy chat-up line. Like every good whirlwind romance we went up like flames and came down in […]

  • Illustration for Gold poem by Alé Mercado

    Gold

    Boldly, brightly, emerges the golden sun; looking down on jade fields and preparing for fun. Upon mountain lakes it gives a glistening glaze, as it sets upon the world its golden haze. It consumes us in a blistering heat, but gives warmth to the sand which caresses our feet. High in the sky its blinding […]

  • Bad Day illutration

    Bad Day

    She sat alone    in her bed with a giant    pain    in her head she tried  to go     outside but then    came back    in to hide the pain    was    too much what    a rush all the pain    in her brain her glasses       she […]

  • Tarmac Towns illustration by Alé Mercado

    Tarmac Towns

    The walls of home won’t let me stay, the children of men will come out to play; but there’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, so the only escape is to stay inside. To deny us the right to our Tarmac Towns, These pint-sized sadists make us feel like clowns; yet I won’t give […]

  • The Pennyfeather Lane

    The Pennyfeather lane is dark, cold and weary. Not a soul in sight at this time of night. All I can hear is my own breathing. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Coldness spreads through the lane. I’d love to be by the fire. Being alone scares me so much. Why […]

  • Illustration for Impression Poem

    Impression

    A disaster struck on a journey; which seemed to be the journey of my life. It kept me awake more than anything, such an experience; a one from the darkness that you shouldn’t remember, but you’re forced to. Out of nowhere, magic builds up. I am religious only at times, but now I shall follow […]

  • Dragon Girl

    Áine was a girl aged nine, who made a mess from time to time; but on this one particular day she became much too curious … with a price to pay. Her mother was leaving for the shops: “Don’t open the door or your magic stops!” But as Áine’s mother decides to leave, little Áine […]

  • The Spider

    It had been a month since the last spider sat on my wall; smug and dark, casting a quivering shadow against the white. You appeared so suddenly, and when I least expected it; I didn’t fear you or want to kill you – your presence just irritated me. I left you sitting there for hours, […]