Black, White and Colour

The world in front of me is black and white.

While only I walk in colour, I see my family in colour. 

Cold comes and cold goes but that’s all that’s bright. 

Until one day you seem to fill in, you’re fuller. 

The blonde of your hair, the blue of your eyes. 

A second, the smouldering brown the jewel green. 

I look up and see the clouds, see the colourless skies. 

You don’t shock me, though it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. 

In front of me lie two colours, blue and red. 

Red burns bright, I almost feel it on my skin. 

Blue beckons me, it takes over my head. 

I want to choose one so my life can begin. 


*Poem taken from one of my narrative's 

By The Sun, By The Edge

Heaven would be a hell of a place. 

Watching eyes in the walls wait for me to slip up. 

I rock the corner, the tiny part of my world lights up with blue, 

Snow covers the ground of my existence, I shovel it away, 

But it just tumbles back on top of me. 

I make snow angels. I look at the never comig sun. 

I watch as I go over horizon and horizon, the sun sets 

Somewhere in the distance, behind the edge of the universe. 

But then it comes up to me, and I look and realize I’ve lost everything 

In a sea of sorrow, my wants drowned. Now I fling myself of the edge 

But then you grab me by the collar, turn me round and say. 

“Go to the edge on the other side” And I smile. As me and her go 

To save my wants. 

Inverted Worlds

Swimming in a sea of bed sheets

We drive a drown and drive again. 

Running on a road of feathers 

Passing nowhere and heading to nowhere. 

Climbing a mountain of stairs

Reaching the summit we pulsate. 

Light streaks through the rafters, 

Columns of dust sway in a non existent breeze. 

Ribbons flare over the purple sky. 

They duck and dive, tensing the orange water

Next to the blood red grass. Alone a single doves wanders. 

Inverted is the world alone, half of it missing. 

In bed sheets she wakes, colors in the right place. 

Flesh still next to hers, life still in her veins.