Atlas

I see the weight of the world tucked between your shoulder blades, Watching as with each laboured breath it begins to cascade, Down through your spine, It’s seeps beneath your skin, Until you cannot manage to define what is without from what is within. Your eyes are looking heavy, But that’s not most of all,…

Scarecrow

They’re going to kill me she said, And she didn’t mean the scarecrows. She told me all about it as we sat discussing, Her pain, Her strife, Her woes. She told me of her heart and its icy metal core, Spoke of how she wished she had the strength to let it thaw. And as…

Unbound

I was born with a mind so open That I have to struggle to keep everything from falling out of my mouth; It’s like I know which things should just stay hidden deep down, Yet every time something new catches my eye; My fickleness comes unbound. Instead I chose the other way, And quiet my…

Wordless Silence

There is a sort of poetry to silence, when all of life has come to a tranquil halt and we are left with only our own contemplations for company. We never truly experience silence in a natural sense however, as no matter how much we prepare our surroundings the bustle of life still occurs around…

Within Ourselves

There seems to me that we experience a strange kind of revolution when we progress through our 20s; it feels as if we go from a point of naivety in which we feel the world is golden beneath our feet into a sort of organisational purgatory. A place where the ground we walk upon is…