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Leafy Bones

Monday 19 November 2012

Home

My home is empty,
wherever I stand I'm blind.
I've never lived in this land.

Fifteen and I got to say yes to the first boy who asked,
two months later and I made him cry.
I could never understand why
they didn't want to get out of this place.

This is home?
'This is home',
I've never felt compelled.
I've always seen my area
as a place I simply dwelled.

It's not that I don't love those within this isle
It's just I'd hoped there was more to see.

But what person doesn't have a home?

Is it just me?

Wednesday 14 November 2012

The right thing


I've loved a thing,
not your eyes
not your lips.
I fingered the motions
from hair to hand
watched words tumble behind ears, again,
danced down my cheek

I've loved a thing,
half smile in hide
it slipped up my mind,
you only loved the thing.

I've loved it to death,
strangled the acquittance-
pulped the organs dry.

I have done the right thing