Cluster fuck


I am a train wreck
Of industrial proportions.
I lean on nothing and everything
All at once…
My shadow is light grey
And my mind lost it’s
Register so pretty much
Every thing is a scale of empty.

I am a forest of emotions
And cluster of vines
And a blink of twinkling
Shadows.
I am aware of gravity
Yet it seems to operate
On everything but me
I am unsteady – I know this.
I am afloat – I see this.
The ground refuses to
Magnetise my feet and
Order me to stand – I feel that.

I am a cold image
Of air and light.
It could be both good
and bad…
As I see it
I am afloat
And it isn’t by choice.
It would be better if I’d
Jumped down from a plane
Knowing the ground
Would inadvertently receive me.

Daphney Em Molapo
14/08/2017
20:46

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Spoken

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I have never spoken

longer than 5 minutes –

on stage that is.

off it, I will conquer you

with words, convince you to

buy new eyes – even when

there’s nothing wrong with yours.

 

I have never spoken

longer than 5 minutes –

on stage that is.

off it, I will strip you

of your falsehood using words.

nothing so outright persuasive

as the truth in your hair.

The tangles of it will

wind themselves around my wrist

and I will risk a brush through it

until I have seen into your heart

for your mind is another craze

I couldn’t fit onto a page.

 

I have never spoken

longer than 5 minutes –

on stage that is.

off it, I am too insane

to never speak.

 

Daphney Em Molapo

03/08/2017

15:20

My foe’s blood

‚ÄčI painted in my foe’s blood 

Made for magnificent Red.
It’s messed up – I know
But in all fairness I’d announced
My intent to rise again,
It really should have been plain
To him that I’ll be chasing
Him with an axe soon enough.

I painted in my foe’s blood
It made for an interesting red.
The canvas lit up on fire
At the intensity of my rage.
My next stance I took dire
Air in my lungs and held my
Ribcage close to my back
Despite the pain of press.

I painted with my foe’s blood
It made for a device spell.
I cast it right before the veil
Fell and my true thoughts
Revealed the similarities
To sleeping beauty’s apple.
I’m the wicket witch in crown
And fully aware of the potential
To age out of fairness.
Though I do protest,
I am aware of time’s passing
And I am hopeful of a glint
Of change right before my sire
Tries to avenge his lost innocence.

Daphney Em Molapo
01/08/2017
23:56

Spiders shpiders


I am being chased by spiders

Those many legged creatures

And their whirlwind of presence

Collect insects and my fear

In bottles before the day is done.
“Dispatch, Dispatch; we have a runner”

Road running and screaming 

For her life and it makes no sense. 

I am being chased by spiders

Those grey multivisioned creatures

Swore to catch me and my phone 

– oh the selfies in danger…
I am shamelessly running 

From those miserable things

And screaming – for good measure Dammit!
Daphney Em Molapo

19/06/2017

21:51

And uncle Google provides the pictures