Healing

  
I’m courage on the plains
Fighting unsung battles
that only I can lose or win

Saluting to the pain

When that cold of winter seeps through
I’m sinking in the swim

But in shadows, there are shaplings
and I’m trying for the best
to create colour

Speak volumes

Remembering all the time
how it’s best to forget

Rhythmic Blues

I hate this beat, it reminds
me of sunsets.
Wet feet, covered in crystals
of sand as we stand at the edge
and look in.
Sin again – right there, only
caring about feeling the
feelings that wash over us in
waves – paving a future so bright
like the light that warms our skin.
It always begins with a kiss, this
kind of sacrificial bliss that
draws your mind blind against
what lies beneath, washing
up and over those sandy feet
once more, making them sore
and raw with a bloody tread
that stains the ground beneath
them.

Burn me.

Anger dissipates to
its original state
and I long for it to be returned
in a blaze of glory.
Fury
Come quick.
Give me that shot of indifference
that numbs the pain and allows
my heart to thunder with ravage fire.
The flames
much kinder than this
murky water,
I drown in now.
Come quick.
Come quick.
Burn me alive.

It Hurts Like A…

Mimi Heartache- Michelle Spiziri

It hurts like a bitch,
that twist of the knife.
You’re certainly no surgeon.

Incapacitated
by unadulterated heartache.
You take your time
in the execution.

And I can do nothing
but watch.
A sight for the sorest
of eyes.

But I am too proud
to beg or to cry.
And so?

I bleed quietly.

It Hurts Like A…

Mimi Heartache- Michelle Spiziri

It hurts like a bitch,
that twist of the knife.
You’re certainly no surgeon.

Incapacitated
by unadulterated heartache.
You take your time
in the execution.

And I can do nothing
but watch.
A sight for the sorest
of eyes.

But I am too proud
to beg or to cry.
And so?

I bleed quietly.

Lovers’ Lane

Confusing times,
No rule to rhyme.
Concoction of all that’s grey.

Where is my Love?
My flames in his.
Somewhere he sits and plays.

I hear him now
a dream away.
He smoulders by the shore.

But as I reach the water’s edge,
The music plays no more.

Down Lovers’ Lane
sun and moon clasp hands.
Gin sipped to pass the time.

His voice so clear,
A murderous ache.
To search and not to find.

I’ll wait a life
to see those eyes,
Dancing, flickering desire.

All that was
to a needle of death.

Never again to burn with fire.