The Night the Concert Ended

The Night the Concert Ended   Yesterday I woke to news Morning t.v and social media Was flooded with shock, Dissolution and terror As the story unfolds My heart feels heavy I am overwhelmed by emotions Sadness, fear, shock These things had happened before And I had felt those emotions then too But this time…

Innocence on the Surface

Written at Rosie Garlands fantastic workshop yesterday with my group Langley writers   Innocence on the Surface   A picture of innocence She is a vision of youth We gaze upon this beautiful child Yet unfolding from her back Appears blackened leather like wings In a flash she flies Into the dark and terrifying woods…

Magazine Perfection

Magazine Perfection     The girl looks in the mirror. Her reflection stares back. Her magazine is reflected too, Lay open on her bed. The girl in the magazine, Catches her eye. She is what you’d call, ‘Magazine Perfection’ In comparison, The girl is imperfect. She has some extra fat, Hanging around her waist, And…

163

An old poem of mine   163     On the 163 Going to Manny Seems to last For an endless hour Travelling through Langley Past plagiarised houses Tip tapping my mobile To help the time fly Silently shuffling in my seat Lost in tunes from my mp3 My mind wanders To poems unwritten People…

Stalker in Mind

Stalker in Mind   My nerves have been cut, Their shredded and frayed. I feel on edge, I’ve been jittery for days. My chest is so tight, Twisted and wound. I feel like I can’t breath, But I don’t make a sound. My skin is all tingly, My heads cotton wool. I wish I could…