Years passing with the haze of the christmas lights

Christmas lights Signal the passing of time, Each twinkling ball A blend of my wasted prime. A haze of years Checkpointed by this day, A timeline created Ignoring my dismay. Grooves in my skin My body slowly deteriorating, Life getting snipped at slowly It is, if anything, motivating. A timer on my goals A clock…

A sparkling argument between decorations

  “I am the best!” Screamed the cream colour bauble. The sparkling silver star snickered, his tone mocking. “I do not think so.” “Excuse me?” The bauble was astonished, his confidence in his beauty unparallel. “I said, I do not think so.” “HOW DARE YOU!” He screamed. The star laughed, the crackling noise causing the…

The howl of the narcissistic wind

Branches battle against glass Trying to escape the wind’s grasp, Window is forced to slam open Chocking me, I rasp. Twigs sticking to my hair A nest forming in the locks, Twirls of dusted gusts It has stolen my voice box. I am mute Trapped in a whirlwind of stolen goods, The thundering noise forcing…

Dear the aggressive fly in my room

Dear the aggressive fly in my room, How are you? Good? Well, it doesn’t seem like. You may be wondering why I have written you this letter. It has a little to do with your aggressive behaviour towards me. In fact. It has EVERYTHING to do with that. What I do not understand is why you…

He stared at her duvet fort with distaste

“What are you doing?” He asked. Sandy looked up, her brown eyes clashing with his own, judgemental pupils. “What?” She mocked, eyes squinting at his stupid question. “I think you know what I’m talking about.” Yes, she had made a giant duvet fort with pillows as walls. And yes, her dog had joined her. His floppy…

Leaves rusting to gold

Autumn has won Tiny beads of red burst beneath my feet, Leaves shrivelling into a sickly brown A horde of mush enveloping the street. Autumn has won The sun burning cold, Once blue sky now a smudged grey Green rusting into gold. Sludge

Mushrooms work incredibly well as umbrellas

“What on earth are you holding?” She asked the man. “What?” He replied. Her eyes moved up, eyes lashes catching tiny droplets as the rain continued to pour. “That,” she pointed. In place of an umbrella he had a large mushroom, the sparkling red top curving in to create a waterfall of water. It was…

A forest burning with copper leaves

A world of red and orange Forests burning with death, The cries of the wounded a crackle on the wind Winter has created dragons breath. I jump, falling into piles of the dead Their bodies cushioning my fall, My sight is taken by bruning copper Winter has begun to call. The leaves whisper goodbye I…

A shy winter has begun to spread

The sun rises yet brings little warmth A biting chill stuck on the air, Sticky darkness refusing to leave Leaving a lasting, solemn despair. Dust and worries caught on the breeze Which your eyes lashes flutter to dispel, Water tearing down frost-bitten cheeks Breath, the taste of winter is what you smell. Shades of copper…