Happy Birthday, Wystan

Flamboyantly clad, Feathers arranged in an astonishing array of colours, distinctively seen, brightest of all, and uniquely adorned for a century’s wedlock in a bird’s haven. That is I, the Peacock. The angel with elegance that you crave for. An epitome of standards coveted by models fair. Endowed by nature with neither mascara nor lipstick….

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity overall. Fought the pre-programmed urges [resistance]. Rose above it all. Years of fighting. Fighting emotion….

There’s a sad pattern of loss and poverty as inevitable as dry skin along the hairline Are they too close to see it, too close to embrace a change… or do they see it, too tired or discouraged to even reach for it? The post Pattern | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go…

Not even the dream hand Unknots you. I stretched it out Never to placate you but Take the wanton aback. In your blind state… blind Of a different kind I fingered nose, eyes, mouth And the ear’s sounding tribunal. Your heart I felt. I wanted Its telling above others. The roar it gave forth –…

She sits at her desk, refreshing the page. Over and over again. Trying to gather information. From the empty pages. The black and empty void, The terror in her heart, The anxiety in her stomach, The fog in her brain. She knows she is torturing herself. But she sits at her desk, looking at the…