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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Mind’s beauty

And my thoughts will center,
Gather at the foot of the water
And become the driving force
To my reign.
My crown, black as the night,
Will shake in the wind
But remain my bijou –
My jewel among diamonds.
I will seed in the sand
A plant with a shadow
of true calm.
And the strings of my heart
Will pull with the wave force
Of waters kin to war.
And my thoughts will centre,
Gather at the foot of the water.

Daphney Em Molapo
01/09/2017
01:11

Last

The last century has been a mess,

My name, friend, is calm,

It’s chaos and the bridge

To insanity  all at once. 
The last months have been a cluster-fuck

Of feelings originating in the 

Krypt of an Egyptian mummy

– held together by wraps of

Punishment or something. 

It is a wagon of wheels and a mess.
The last night has been a bit odd;

Closing in on me in ways

Only a witch could describe

For only the world would 

Break at the seams hearing it

All told.
The last breath

Was beautiful release – of sorts
Daphney Em Molapo

18/07/2017

Singing L.O.V.E tell me what’s happening to me