They sit heavily Sharp bones protruding Digging into my shoulders where they alight and come to rest One after the other, weighing me down The things I shouldn’t have said Shouldn’t have done Shouldn’ts are heavy and sharp for sure But there are things that trouble me even more Keeping me awake, eyes to the […]
Days fly by What a funny thing to say I peg washing Laundry flapping wildly in this January wind Correct myself again It’s February already So it is a February wind that beats the clothes about so fiercely How do days fly by? We don’t notice them passing See their trails in the sky Instead […]
Things are rarely black or white They are mostly formed in varying shades of colour Nothing solid holds up to inspection by a powerful microscope Instead, the closer we look, the more layers fall away Our eyes drawn further into the abyss Where nothing exists, quite like we thought it should Beliefs topple like bowling […]
Heat builds beneath a saucepan lid sky Mirage shimmers round the edges where the grass is dry Summer arrived so sharply Sweat cuts riveluttes of cleaner skin down his dark face I pass a cold drink, and wish I could do more *It’s always the same. Summer scorches the men’s skin, turning them black over […]
What we feel we carry Stuffed in our suitcases Crammd behind ribs Breathe into the morning light And let it go again Header photo Raquel Brephol Unsplash
I don’t have a blog post for today, so I thought I would share what turned out to be a popular one from the same day last year. It seems like 5 minutes ago. Have a lovely day X https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2021/12/06/touched-by-invisible-hands/
All that hurts also heals All that irritates, and feels horrible, brings scars to the surface and then buffs them smooth again, like sandpaper Slowly erasing But first it will hurt That’s just the way of it I’m sorry It is not my design But I live by this rule And find it works Given […]
One word begets two Two words beget a cluster And before we know it a concept is formed It all happens in our head With nothing being said Filters and blinkers Tunnel vision blindness We call it preference But it’s probably the bias of a thousand small decisions We aren’t even aware of making *I […]
I wish I could be empty Like a bucket Or a pot So you can pour your troubles into me Without me stopping to reach for a buffer My fingers suffer beneath the heat of your trauma I am too shallow to hold all your demons Instead they interfere with my own And there is […]
Who were you two hundred years ago? Who will you be two hundred years from now? I eat my apple quietly enjoying the colours of the sky, the deepening evening silence I toss the core to the ants that circle beneath the tree After all they need to eat too They circle it greedily, and […]
