Hand-mirror held in the moonlight,
Tiny flecks of gold in my blue eyes.
Lightning, hurricanes & Kyanite.
A thousand whispered secrets,
told through smoke in the night.
Allanah Claire
16/08/2019
Friday, 16 August 2019
Wednesday, 14 August 2019
David Bowie Painting - Space Oddity
Saturday, 6 July 2019
Black Seed
I wish I could put into words what I feel about certain things.
It aches inside me like a black pit -
A seed, that grows and shrivels.
Waxes and wanes.
Some days it fills my body, like a black cloud across the sky.
I have to wait until it leaves.
Allanah Claire
06/07/2019
Monday, 24 June 2019
Sunshine
I fixed my typewriter! It was tricky.
It's nice fixing things. Makes you feel accomplished & smart (even if you aren't).
I got this sunshine machine to type up my completed poems.
It makes me happy to sit and type on it.
I think of writers,
it takes me to a strange romantic place.
A place that smells like cigarettes and whiskey.
Caliginous rooms, alive with Jazz.
Mostly, I think of Jack Kerouac.
I think of Jack Kerouac.
Friday, 21 June 2019
Thursday, 13 June 2019
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