Grown A Little Higher
She painted the ‘Battlefield’
onto her face
with criss-crossed
‘Emotions’…
and walked
… differently…
away from the
(Previous) Incarnation
she had just Discarded.
“I shall no more
‘Shrink’ to fit in
anywhere…
‘Acceptance’
is a self-given Gift…
and, I belong
equally amongst Life’s
Flowers, Thorns and Thistles.”
No Entry (Ever Again!)
‘Access Denied’
… is the best
Weapon to use
upon the Toxic.
You cannot
manipulate,
argue or placate
… Silence,
a Brick Wall,
a Closed Door.
Give a ‘snake’
no slither-room
within your
bright Energy…
and, it will
confuse, anger
and frighten
them… into a
Pain unbearable.
Bowers, Bows, And Bovver Boys
Beginning with ‘Entropy’
… 2 love hearts
hating the same thing…
and, they put a ring on it.
“You haven’t seen her
‘Smile’, have you?
You’d be more than ‘head
over heels’ you’d
understand and become
a (Human) Bowerbird.”
I can taste your ‘Energy’
… and, I’m murderous,
afflicted, and withdrawn
… like an arCHed bow…
coming for your Emotions
straight as a damned arrow.
Suspicious Comfort Zones
And, beneath
Raven Black
Banners…
we Frown,
READY
for all things
Negative…
the ‘Light’
is Mistrusted
… and,
‘Peace’
a Trick,
Trojan Horse
.. a way into
those
‘Vulnerable
Places’…
which instead
of ‘Sharing’
we DEFEND!
… And That, As They Say, Is That
No Fear of ‘Derision’
… puts you up
upon a Higher Level
… than the insecure.
True ‘Confidence’
requires no Mask…
and remains Silent
when gaining ground
… and Obliterating
‘Targets’… which
the clowns, fakes,
and braggarts…
cannot even get Near.
Backing Off Towards The Nearest Exit Point
It is just so Unfamiliar
… you remained
‘Calm’ when I made
a ‘Mistake’… and,
instead of ‘Rage’
… you asked me if
I was going to be okay
… I’m confused…
and, really not sure
that I can be around
someone so… so…
‘Unemotional’
and (Scarily) Different.
Uncouth, Sir!
Absolutely ‘No Shame’
… you grinned as
she tutted the word
‘Problematic’…
and, belly-laughed
when asked to
explain yourself…
answering calmly
“I would dent and
buckle the safety bar
of your preposterous
‘High Horse’
position… damaging
your fragile ‘Ego’
forever and a day
… afore we’d even
got halfway-in to my
Fract/ured Personality.”
Paul Tristram is a Welsh ‘Street’ Writer who has poems, short stories & flash fiction published in hundreds of different publications all around the world. He yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
His novel “Crazy Like Emotion”, short story collection “Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves” and full-length poetry collection “The Dark Side Of British Poetry: Book 1 of Urban, Cinematic, Degeneration” are available from Close To The Bone Publishing.