Allure

 

diamondI came across a talking diamond

I picked it up and listened to what was said

It spoke of how it wasn’t pretty yet

Wanting my shade of red

Now my pants are black and my jacket is green

Whatever could the diamond mean

 

I woke in a groggy state

Crimson nightmares hurled me into the waking land

Where the diamond had turned pink

And lay sleeping in my hand

The clock mocked

As the energy needed for simple tasks shocked

But it does not matter

How awfully slow the days go by

For I have my talking diamond

Always by my side

 

I now have a pale complexion

And shadows under my eyes

Upon closer inspection

Yet the cause of all this

There is no detection

Until my talking diamond spoke

One last time

About the shade of red

It could never find

It said rubies get all the fame

So to match is to mimic

And to mimic is to be the same

Within my veins coursed its shade of red

It knows I am too weak

To get out of bed

The diamond will be pretty

The ruby has been fed

I’m No Good at Titles

I really hate rhyme

Could never get the hang of it

Or keep it in time

It should be banned across the nation

And don’t get me started on alliteration

 

Answers towards alliteration elude me with ease

Which is a shame because it is a skill to savour

A serenade of words sung by those with style

But one thing I loath lower than alliteration

Is fine language

 

I stand at a precipice when faced

With the more articulated parts of the language

I view such trivial efforts to sound educated

As a fruitless endeavour

Wrought with pretension and solitude

From those of virtue and truth

 

When all these aspects of writing

Stand like termites together

They charge at me with a united cause

Birds of a feather

Determined to give a monstrous migraine

To this man who would not

Pity any and all who deem these cheap maneuvers

As something that should be sought

Moon Over Me

Seven billion members of humankind

And me

With a difference the mirror cannot see

The earth was not the first to touch my feet

I spend my nights looking at the stone in the sky

After days of mingling with a species that isn’t mine

 

Seven billion members of humankind

And she

Is the one with a heartbeat for me

She assumes I am what she can see

She thinks we are in tune

But my heart points me to the moon

 

Seven billion members of humankind

And we

Were born not to be

I want to reach inside of me

Remould what is wrong and have a human heart

Our true loves are so close but we are too far aparteye-1202254_1280

Fortunes of No Futures

eye-743409_1280We can only see the horrific cataclysm of our reality when we leave it. That is the last thing Cassie said to me. Well, Lucid Cassie. Now there are aphids between her ears, manning controls they do not understand. That was one constant Cassie now had. The aphids in her head that whispered futures. And I knew I had my work cut out for me when…I had to take the power drill from her. “No! The, aphids, speak, the, messages. I, need to, let, them, out. Tin, is, the, only, metal, the, beast, bows, to”. It broke my heart when I thought of what she said as fortunes of no futures. Was that my destiny caring for her?

She always says a monster gave her the aphids and if you heard what her daddy did to her, you’d say she was right. Trauma can drown what is real in acid. But she always had her loyal loyal John. I’d die before I let her destroy herself. The problem was, she’d destroy herself if the walls told her to.

Then she said something amongst the neurons flaring from broken synapses. “A, green, man, towers, over, a, feast, of, corn”. The green man, she was talking about the Green Giant Sweetcorn! Her visions were real! Not in the way she understood, but if I could show her what she was seeing was just fragments of what she knew and not the will of insects, maybe she could distinguish reality from nightmare.

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There is not one can of Green Giant Sweetcorn. But I had a thread of her visions. If I tugged, it would all unravel. So I listened carefully to every sentence of insanity. The Silver owls of flaccid trees, the volcano that points down in the name of time, everything. Until she said it. “The, bath, is, black, from, the, ink, that, pens, the, way, of, the, enemy”. I knew the black bath. Lucid Cassie and I have been to it. And we were going back!

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An abandoned institution, as grey as the ghosts rumoured to haunt the place. No one remembers the purpose, just the name. Saint Dymphna’s. All the windows were broken, and the inside was scattered with dust, empty beer cans and syringes. On the second floor, sat a bath tub. And it was half full of oil due to something leaking on the floor above.

Rats, will, own, all, the, vowels, and…is that the black bath” Cassie asked.

“Yes Cassie, yes” I screamed. “Don’t you see, your mind is just twisting places you’ve been, things you’ve seen, saying they are visions. But this is real”!

“So the aphids are…just in my head, figuratively” asked Cassie returning. All I could do was hold her and cry. Her father be damned, she was better.

“No” she said into my chest and pulled away. “No, this, is, a, vision”.

I was so close. I would not lose her. “No Cassie, this is real. Look, the black bath” I said pointing.

She clutched her head, screamed and ran downstairs. I chased after her until the screaming stopped in a silence as sudden as a car crash. I slowed to a cautious pace, poking my head into a room where I last heard her.

She had fallen onto a window frame face first, and the shard she landed on started to part her hair on the back of her head. She twitched in reluctance of this glass mosses splitting a sea of red.

Then I finally saw it. The, aphids. I, see, everything, now.