29/01/2017

Odious Beast

It's not a pretty world
When your view is obstructed.
With harmful and hate-filled
Odious beasts.
Venomous cretins.
Avaricious, and callous 
And steely and cold.

The power they crave
Wrested in those they devour.
With fear feeding their engines.
Ingrained year on year.
Stripping away one more layer.
Another level of cheer.

And the beauty of the sky,
And of snowflakes, of tigers,
And of bees
Drifts further from view.
But thank god they're still there.

S. Camplin

27/01/2017

A catharsis.  Ink
Making shapes that cap-
ture heaven and hell.

25/01/2017

You.  You meant something 
To me.  Now just bittersweet 
memories, to keep.

18/01/2017

Tit for Tat

I have no truck
With those who want to fuck
With my mind
And keep me reeling.

I'm taking respite.
From all of the spite.
The tit for tat.
You ain't all that.

Keep on wearing your crown
In the new town.
Coz I'm the queen now.
And I feel just fine.

S. Camplin

08/01/2017

The Shallow End

Maybe I could cultivate a way
So I would only play
In the shallow end.
Being open only to the softest ripples.

Guaranteed a smoother ride.
Part dead inside.
Numbness colliding, 
Alongside.

Less wild.
Mild and flat.
The middle ground. 

No. I've already subscribed
To the higher ground.
Survived a tidal wave.
Braving it out.
Alive.

S. Camplin