Sunset skyline

 

I stare out

at the sunset skyline

pouring like red wine

across the daytime,

to create a blend

of night and day

from something

seemingly as bleak

as the darkness

landing coldly at my feet.

 

I stare out at twilight

where the air tastes

fresh and unique.

I want sunbeam daggers

to cut me deep,

penetrate my heart,

and provide it with heat,

to relight the spark,

the glowing embers that

fill my blood with molten love,

to burn the papers,

the pages I've got stored

in my storybook.

 

I stare at the moonlight,

just after midnight.

The beacon of hope

still shining bright.

I want her to

throw down a rope,

so I can climb

to space again.

A place I've been

when love

sits with me.

 

I glance at the dawning day

forming on the horizon,

and say

farewell to moonlight

for the rest of the day,

for now, I'll let the sunlight

blind my eyes, knowing

that your vision

is always etched inside.

 

 

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Must do better

 

The very fact that we need

to have International Women’s Day

shows where the world

is still going so wrong.

Every single day should be

about equality,

us hearing what they say,

and taking it in. Really listening

and not belittling the strides they make,

not saying their fears are fake,

or that the tears cried make them weak.

For we are the weak.

Our insecurity, the toxic masculinity,

it stinks

and is clouding

the air we breathe.

 

We should be learning,

yearning to not be the men they fear,

or the ones that just stand and leer.

We should be the ones

that see achievements

and raise a cheer.

We shouldn't be a reason

for them to hide away,

or take a different path

because the one they walk is unsafe.

 

So, men, let's not be

the car key imprint

on shaky palms.

Let's not be the shadows on the park,

the wolf whistles

as they walk on past,

instead let us just open our hearts,

lay the pages of our stories together.

See the fear we can impart,

and tear it out, scattering it to the air.

Let's see how we can all do better.

Let's show how much we care.

 

Without women,

we wouldn't be.

It's as simple as that really,

They are nature in all of its beauty,

we the creepy insects

that plow right through it.

We should praise,

like we do for the sun in the sky,

the moon at night,

the stars twinkling bright.

For without them

we are but cattle

to feed the lands.

 

 

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Darkness pours

 

When darkness

eviscerates the view

and thick, cloying clouds

descend upon you.

When you feel alone

in a crowded room,

and the

pathways are

no longer straight,

all converging

on an unknown gateway

to an uncertain fate.

The signposts can lie to you,

even light can't break through

the gloom, as you are led

unwittingly to your waiting tomb.

 

Still the darkness pours,

sticky and viscous,

not like cloud vapour

or smoke obscuring the stars,

It’s more like tar coating the skin.

Light begins to dim,

until it's like viewing

the word through

a mesh screen.

Even the brightest stars give in

and fall out of the sky

leaving behind more

of the darkness that's still pouring,

pooling the air like a swamp

that would suck you down

if you stepped in.

 

It can feel like you

are on one side

of a two-way mirror,

events play out before you,

but the glass stops you

from becoming

a part of it too.

Just an observer,

to a world you once knew.

A ghost or phantom

lurking in Shadows

scared of your own

reflection staring back at you

 

When darkness descends

it can feel like all good

is coming to an end,

like every strand of happiness

just stops with a frayed thread

dangling, just waiting for someone

to pull on it, unravelling the

fabric of the world in your head.

 

At times like these it can feel

you are being forced

to your knees,

listening to the anxiety

and it's pitiful pleas

falling uncontrollably

from your quivering lips.

You know in our heart

that the clouds will lift,

but knowing

isn't the same as believing,

and right now,

the brain is winning.

 

 

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