Last week, my head was different Last week, some things mattered more than others And the things that mattered then Have been reduced to nothing this week I see now This week, the things that matter Will not be the same as the next Nor the one after Or the one after that And whilst […]
I saw a lady walking her dog A beautiful Innocent Soul I saw somebody toxic coming along They attacked her Berating She handed over the leash to her beloved pet And let them kick and hurt him Let that sink in Now imagine the dog Was not an animal But the most beautiful part of […]
There is a sound Between the rustle of leaves Before the breeze Comes tickling There is a sound It is slight The heartbeat of the plant Life humming through its veins A flower plucked In the moments after Remains attached In consciousness It lives in the vase For a day Perhaps two Before it’s pulse […]
Cloud of pressurised ether in the guts Cortisol is a habit that becomes stuck Lodged in the chest Peel it’s sticky fingers off Residue Like glue Catches the breath And holds it
Assumptions and conclusions A child jumping into puddles The illusions That we dream up Scattering like muddy water The movement toward truth All that is needed to alter The reflection Seen in the surface Right before we Jump!
A five year old Applying newspaper strips Dipped in glue At school To the outside of a big red balloon Harden in the sun Pop Done A perfectly hollow shell to paint Looks substantial Add a face It makes a mask The small ribbon of deflated balloon Once full of air Now discarded *Other posts […]
Life is circular We never pull ahead Or if we do It is simply to circle back instead At least that is what it feels like sometimes The thing is If I were to picture this pattern It is not the same circle It is several overlapping Or rather A spiral We begin at a […]
Fault lines are the things Which run under the skin Beneath the earth Unseen Chaos Waiting to erupt You have to know Why they are there Because only then Can you hope to avoid the triggers *others… https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2019/11/03/holding-stones/ Or https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2017/07/21/song-of-the-flightless-birs/
Where did you tuck your dream The one you put away, decided against That road you didn’t take Did you lay it in the drawer beside your special soaps Tucked away with precious things Because you can’t abandon hope Or did you lift the bin lid And throw it in the trash Could never abide […]
There is an edge That some find Maybe once in a lifetime Some Sadly dozens And dozens Of times a day Those that return They say The world is not round Instead It is flat And it has these dangerous edges Sharp fissures that fall away Emotions tumbling Like stones Skipping Hear them strike the […]
