Friday, 23 January 2015

Theories of Jumine

The constant condescending 
The man taking 
The unreliable blending

Trying to put together a piece 
Straightening the crease
That'll hold you together 
Girl, the class clown 
That beautiful brown 
Timeless -centre of attention
The one most insecure 
Craving more
Tired of the liking 
Late night texting

Shows you interest 
That added value 
A different currency 
Until you claim bankruptcy 
Withdraw your feelings 
No more loans

Cashier closed 

Saturday, 11 October 2014

The Croissant

The broad horizon 
The beginning has no origin
Stretching across a smooth ebony landscape
The occasional pimple
To bump the painting of the artiste
From afar it's prominent
Strong and muscular
You see it first 
The fist one you pick
Not as soft as the crispy batter in the bakery
This pastry is different.
The temples 
The upside down handles 
That steer her thoughts
And bubble up on her brain
The words for the metaphor.
It's hard to spot under the shelf 
Of her fringe
Hidden in disgust.

Her forehead.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014



This will be the hardest one

It's falling apart
My family's love heart
Fixing, mending and comprehending 
The breakage
Split ends that need cutting
Everyday a decibel raises 
We are all going through faces 
Your not happy mum
You used to be so fun
Living through the edges 
Never allowing them to get to you
After what we've been through
I suppose we all have our breaking point

You're growing up brother
No longer having a need for your mother
It's okay 
But the relationship is suffering decay
Acceleration to be man
When you no longer have your number one fan
We care you don't get it
Stop digging yourself a pit

The financial situation is dire
Lord knows we haven't got a spare tyre
Rolling as they burst 
Covering the holes with tape 
Mother covering us with her superman cape

Sunday, 3 August 2014

Court case

It's time to face the fat truth.
The weight gain
Arms flab
Yes.Self esteem is illegal
Arrest her
Found guilty of:
Thighs and stomach
Counting the inches
Sweaty pits
Cheeks fuller.
Love handles 
Tugged and pulled 
Tucked in 
Waist training - who are you fooling?
Shape wear
An outfit before an outfit
Beige or black

Contour make it thin
Ignore the doubling chin 

Friday, 25 April 2014

Bright Star - John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death. 

Monday, 17 February 2014


"Inconsiderate" is one of those poems that come directly from the heart. Minimum thought - just pure feeling. (Which meant I had to do a thorough grammar search after I had published it) 

    Have you ever thought you liked someone then realise along the lines that they're just not for you?
The idea of being loved is quite different from the actual reality.

What makes this poem harsh to me is the fact I started to pick holes in what I once admired. I thought bitterly and harshly against a presumably lovely human being. 
There's always hope in being friends before lovers 


Tuesday, 11 February 2014


Still not perfect
What do I want?
Having these unsure thoughts?
It's not fair on you nor to me
Everything a girl could want 
But still not quite there
Seem to be attracted to the ones that

Do not suit my ideal
You chased him - now what?
Are you going to let things slip away?
Far from you but heavy on your heart

Still not quite there 
Why is there something missing?
I asked - he gave - turned up
Still not good enough
Why am I not excited?

Friends screaming excited 
You a shell - sharing and showing the beauty outside
But hollow within
Empty and desolate

Your heart heavy
Do you like the chase?
So now what?
Settle down have kids?
No, not with you.
Maybe, just not yet
Yes, to be safe

Lack of submissiveness 
You're too feisty for a brother

So easy to pick holes 
In something you once wanted
But now want to get rid of