Shadows here are plentiful and strange –
The dark has glowing eyes but no eyelids
(They never blink). Peculiar and estranged,
Here is a place where the monsters live.
Catch me before I fall – A poem
Your brain speaks without thoughts if you listen.
Humming in clenched teeth tension, creaking
like an old door or chattering (but I’m not cold)
together, laughing – A poem
Once upon a time,
some friends flew me to the moon,
we were together, laughing.
But they left me there,
alone,
no way home,
as they returned to earth,
together, laughing.
(I guess they weren’t friends after all)
Tough to be a bug – A poem
petals
fall (they love me?
they love me not?) it’s tough
to be a bug today (love me?
… or not …)
Head in the clouds – A poem
Look at us, small people, small hands,
With brains bigger than the sky.
I couldn’t count the stars that span
The air, let alone in my mind’s eye.
With brains bigger than the sky,
Oscillating colours – ever change in
The air, let alone in my mind’s eye.
Lilac, gold, peach, and the day begins.
Ghost of a tree – A poem
There is a tree I used to climb
With sweeping walls of green,
Enclosing me in another world
That only I could see.
Nooks and crannies in the branches
Became shelves to hold my dreams.
Each bough, a room all of its own
In a home (as I had deemed).
Simple pleasures – A poem
Euphoria is born on a lazy Sunday morning,
Wrapped in a blanket, fingers gently grazing
Your collarbone, or combing through messy sleep-hair
As you plant a kiss on my cheek, and whisper
A soft good morning in my ear.
Brain Atlantis – A poem
I take two fingers and wander up your spine,
Over some hills and meander into your mind.
A hopscotch through thoughts you left me in a trail
To collect in a basket as I stroll through this fairytale –
This brain-Atlantis of clandestine clouded dreams,
a blush pink memory lane of the people you’ve been
The city makes me feel small – A poem
A thousand feet drumming a heart beat.
Spies look down from tall tower eyes,
Watching as shrunken, scuttling
Entities swirl – phosphenes
In the city’s dream –
Who am I to
Anyone
But my
Self?
Ocean life – A poem
In youth you live a pond life,
Submerged up to your ankles,
Orange fish nibbling at your toes,
Pebbles clear as day just a few inches below
The surface. You pick one up –
A perfectly round pebble.
You smile, and that’s enough.
Lauren Kathleen 