When Arundhati Roy asked:
"If you're happy in a dream,
does that count?", and when
Ned Rorem replied: "nothing
is waste that makes a memory".
It tore me up, like all the pages
of all the books that contained
all my teenage joys.
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I love youuuuu my @Shadow_lynx_... My smile, my love, my happiness, my husband, you are my home. #HisPoetry #OurLoveStory #OurInfinity8
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Nero played the fiddle while Rome burned.
But they don't tell you of Agrippina, the mother to the worst emperor of Rome. Ruthless, ambitious, violent. Nothing a dear sweat women should be. Her poison found in her dear husband Claudius's throat and her son at the ripe age of 17 took the his role as last of dynasty. Oh good god, ten alleged victims of the snake's fangs.
The power struggle between Agrippina and Nero began in 55 AD.
But they won't tell you of how she died. Stripped of her titles. Left plotting in a little villa. And killed by the dear dear boy she built. Who looked upon her corpse. what a beautiful mother. She was beautiful. And deadly. Don't forget about the letters flooding Nero, congratulations, her plots will bother you no more.
Her death stayed on Nero's conscience until he committed suicide.
But they shouldn't tell you of her modest grave for goddess. But she never left. Her screams came with the night to Nero. why, dear dear dear son, why. Persian magicians tried to scare her away but she would never die. A wronged women never dies. Oh wise Agrippina, you were right all along. At last her words make sense. let him kill me, provided he becomes emperor.
history is told in one sentence | r
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EMILIA
Pink roses in my lap
and such sensible waste of time.
Feels as though I am wilting in slow motion
and have no desire to seek out neither
sunlight nor rain.
It is said that the head that wears the crown is heavy
and so my eyelids must be royal.
I used to dream of homes with you
and balconies over water
and near a grocery store that had everything.
A grocery store is a corner shop.
A corner shop is not always situated on a corner.
A balcony is a piece of sky that belongs to you.
Water is all of the sky's wet.
Homes are belonging places.
You were once a belonging place for me - for my sick heart.
I am locking eyes with Bill at the interval.
I want to connect so ravenously
that my hunger has blinded me
to every outstretched hand.
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If you're London-based, come watch me perform some of my work at t'ARTOPIA on Thursday 15th July. You can grab a ticket for the live, in-person event here!
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I used to dream I could
walk on water if I made
my body light enough.
Like a hole you can touch
the empty of. I think then
I serendipped myself in the
true nature of the soul: just
moonsmoke behind the eyes.
And death the daylight that
renders it invisible.
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The Roundhouse Poetry Collective's anthology 'We Have Never Seen Something Like This' marks my debut publication alongside the most talented young poets in London. I'm honoured to have written with them. You can download your FREE copy here
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