The Romance of the Last Dance

by | | Ugly Works

Why do I see behind your wrinkled eyes
The sadness of a young girl who was once beautiful?
Now bounded to domestic chores and rearing of children
Your fragile hands becoming thin
Your health diminishing
as your vitality of youth
seems to fade
as the fences around your home
seem to lock you inside

Your husband, who pursued you
with promises of security and comfort
Now, in another land of male chauvinism
The dollar sign in his mind as his eyes avert you
His eyes preying at the skimpy dressed girls in the night club

You remembered, not so long ago,
The familiar tune fills up the dance floor
As you turned and swayed, hands in his
your head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat
The romance of the last dance

You awake from your fantasy
As a vast empty room greets you
You look at the gold clock
That stopped ticking long ago
As you continue your routine
around the home, while waiting for him
to come back once more.

A Man

by | | Random

weakness for lust evokes the woman’s terrible fury of jealousy

Forsaken

by | | FlashFiction

My wings were torn apart from me
As I was left there, forsaken.

“You can fly without your wings.”
a whisper enchanted my ears.

I closed my eyes and saw
My wings racing through the skies once more.
The flight of joy and excitement
cruising, escaping, racing
against time, against the wind

I never felt so beautiful.
A phoenix rising, a rebirth
of my soul.

I can fly once more.

My Suppression

by | | FlashFiction

My lips, taped with a black cross
My hands, tied to my back
My knees, on the rocky pavement
bleeding in vain

My eyes can’t see no more

For the truth is right here in front of me
I am silenced, not to speak the truth

For the fear it creates, the resentment it evokes
The topping of societies, the restructuring of governance

The bearer of justice is blind
The world sees colours and genders
They stereotype, discriminate, and prejudice
Into boxes of fixed perception

In this dominant white male supremacy
The hey days of the old colonial British past
The flags of white, red and blue
capitalism of manipulation.

A curse of the pen
A writer I am.

Grey Fields

by | | Ugly Works

A young girl in a white dress
standing alone in a grey field
in a mirage of war torn buildings

Lost from her parents.

Her screams cracks the skies apart
It pierces and chills
all souls into dust

Desperation. Isolation. Despair.

She lifts up her hands to touch
the bright glowing light in the distance
as it came nearer and nearer towards her
she ran forward, and forward,

Leaving behind the shattered life once so beautiful

She ran to the rising sun of dawn
On a tall cliff, a thousand screams from the darkness below
Her feet bleeding from the stones, her skirt tattered into shreds
Her hands, stretched out to touch the glowing light above

A final step, and she falls into the valleys
Her eyes still fixated on the sun
Her hands unable to touch
as she falls further and further
deeper and deeper

into emptiness.

Tear me to pieces

by | | Ugly Works

Tear me to pieces, like a broken doll. Take all the parts of me, abuse me, kick me, hate me. She is not breathing. Tell me you loved me, you desired me that you wanted all of me. No, you bastard, you killed her. She is no longer there no more. She is smiling in the clouds above, far from the cruel world – for death is the key to peace. No more nightmares come at night to haunt her, no more demons to rip her clothes in the middle of the night – she is in eternal bliss with her brother on the stairways to heaven, hand in hand, where they finally unite beyond the veil of this world. Where he can protect her and bring her to safety… to paradise and beyond.

Into A Dream, You Came

by | | FlashFiction

Under the moon you came in a dream

Into my bedroom balcony, into the arched shaped windows

You carried me gently from my bed in my silky white nightdress

In your arms, as I held your neck tightly

I saw your translucent wings spread apart from behind your back

As you took me away from my room, and flew through the night air

Like a white dove in the skies, towards the moon.

Green Fields

by | | Uncategorized

Green fields, wide open spaces, drifting into a dream, into paradise and beyond, showering you with kisses under the stars, just you and me, together forever in a fairy tale come true.