|Keep calm and carry on|
Incomplete"Tomorrow morning, that footstool goes!"
And I'm left to listen to my own voice's echo,
As it bounced back off half-painted walls
And round corners without the skirting-
Next weekend's promise still etched in pencil.
But faded past the point of a stranger's notice,
And even your mother has stopped commenting,
On the second landing's crooked light fixing.
I must have asked you a hundred times before,
To throw out that footstool in the hallway.
Bought at some junk shop, three streets away,
And just awkward enough, so that I stub my toe,
Every single time I walk through the dam door!
The same door you painted pink to annoy John,
Next door's tenant with a grey tweed suit,
And a hate for anything even mildly creative!
God he hated you! With a passion unmatched.
At least he did-
Last week he said how he'd admired you.
He said that you artwork was unparalleled!
You would have snorted in his face,
And asked him "what else you would expect?
You were a genius with a paintbrush after all!"
Angels pure as mudMuddied water stains the cloth of angels,
Seeping into their flesh and bone
Admist the green smoke
Devils lurk in silence
Choking these angels
Betraying them to cancerous life
and ill lasting ecstacy
They work in silence
Their actions repeating sin until it's all that's left
She's been taken
From the outside in muddied water
From the inside with cancerous bindings
This angel is dead
And the devils move on
Lost In the World
Katrina sat at the base of the fire place in the living room. The fireplace and surrounding area was made out of fire resistant reddish-brown bricks, adding to the warmth of the fire. The fire itself sent a radiance of warmth outwards throughout the room. Sitting on the brick's that were warmed by the fire just added to the warmth that Katrina felt. Her read hair a fair skin seemed to absorb the organish-red light emanating from the fire. It was cold outside and the cold was trying to seep its way into the house. The fire held the frigid air outside at bay. The living room floor held a brownish colored tile that was able to absorb some of the heat, allowing the house to retain the heat that the fire was giving off. It was really a great way for Katrina not to have shudder the house around the windows and doors. Several book stands complete with various books and puzzles sat at the opposite wall of t