Eleven

Alone

Tired

Exasperated

Fed up with the world.

 

And by the world I mean humanity

and by humanity I mean

quite simply

humans.

 

humans who take

self centred humans who have only their priorities at heart.

 

This is natural, of course

we always say it is.

 

‘Think about yourself more.’

But is that natural?

For what does nature do?

 

Of course, there are the few,

the ivy creepers of the world

who live only to shade the light of others,

 

but what about the rest?

 

The sun

which in shining

gives life

to trees

which in shading

provide shelter to animals

which in foraging

give space

to smaller plants

to grow

which in growing

provide happiness

and oxygen

and peace.

 

Every other being, coexists, cohabits, gives back.

 

We take

from each other,

from the earth;

wringing it dry

without giving back.

 

A society of ivy creepers,

on the whole.

 

It cannot continue

without grave,

grave

 

consequence.

 

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Seven

How pleasant it would be

to just do things

because they felt right.

 

Without fear,

without judgement,

take someone’s hand for comfort, for friendship,

things mean what you make them.

 

How different the world would seem if we could just

hug, kiss,

dance our spirits away out of love and gratitude and happiness

and not be branded whores, teases;

no promises were ever made.

 

 

What a breath of fresh air it would be

to be able to laugh and joke,

to share passions, fill our lungs and sing

without the jeers of ‘attention-seeker’, ‘show off’, ‘putting it on’;

it would be more false to stay silent.

 

How exhilarating

to be able to express yourself

blue hair, tattooed neck.

I’m wearing a skintight dress but my stomach isn’t flat;

you really should wear things that flatter you

yes but i like this

so bite me,

please.

 

What a weight off our shoulders it would be

to be given free rein of our lives

to be ourselves

uncensored, unaltered

 

You.