The PuppetYou watch her dieThe Puppet by appa-appa-away
a thousand times
and leap back to
try and stop it
over and over
but you cannot
change her destiny
no one lives forever
and she is a puppet
on the strings of
aren't we all?
The SuicideThe single sheet draped:The Suicide by appa-appa-away
(Naked body, ceiling fan)
Crumpled over curves, ruffling,
Goosebumps prickling skin.
No pipe dream clears the smoke:
(Aching lungs, stained sheets)
On the ceiling fan.
.i don't say a word. by oaklungs
about where i buried the bones,
about where i spoke to the ghosts
of the flowers and plants
about the splitting of wood in the trees -
about where the living and the dead
met in secret, where the stars opened
their arms like flowers for me
and i bloomed
I am your average chick living in Australia. I love writing. I've had a couple of short stories and a poem published, but my dream is to get some novels published too, so I'm continuing to aspire towards that goal. |
My mates mean the world to me and I can be a real little cunt if you mess with them. I'm also an absolute bitch if you mess with me. I am a passionate human rights supporter (especially for LGBT rights) and my biggest belief is that we are alive to live, to have the time of our lives and to love. And that's about it. That's me in a nutshell.