I have wasted my prime

A glittering array of sparkles Calling to me from behind glass, Rows of different desires Organised by class. An emotionless machine Ready to engulf my hard earned coin, Swallowing gold, silver and bronze Whispering tails of a class I now beg to join. Each breath is heavy, Each moment weighed with time, I must work…

Pixilated beauty​

Pucker your lips The internet slobbering at your pose, Tinting your skin with layers of dirt Becoming a rotting rose. You haze your skin Becoming an artists painting, Framed and hung, limbs tangling as they swing Your blood draining. Watch the world tick by Unable to move from your perch​, Family swarming across the land…

The launch of the youth

A battlefield of ink Sweat dripping onto the page, Hundreds trapped in a frozen box Seconds ticking as they waste their age. Their young memories tested With dancing mocking words, Sinister sentences meant to trick Laughing as they​ become one with the herds. Laugh, laugh, Ignorant attempts at knowledge, Eyes watching with distaste Let us…

Society thrusts their chains onto the unspoilt

You are on a tight rope, do you get it? I really don’t think you do, Each cautiously placed step could be your last You better hope that rope sticks like glue. The choice was yours, at sixteen, Youth pulsing through your blood you were asked to choose, Body not finished growing mind still caged…

A woman can be everything

She wants to be happy. This dull grey world feels so bleak, Breaking these barriers into a new realm She is ready to climb from peak to peak. She wants to be happy. Live a life free of pain, Each day a new adventure With monsters to be slain. She wants to be happy. Who…

A puppeteer’s beat

Sway, sway, plod along, Following the crowds Your mind all but gone. Push, push, further away, Sanity leaving Thoughts astray. Hush, hush, a rhymic beat, Of the puppeteer’s strings As they sit high on their seats. via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic