I am Sick of this Shit

I am sick of this shit Be visible when needed Invisible when needless And I’m supposed to believe I matter in this mess I’m supposed to nod and accept That that’s the way it is. I may not make a scene Or even say a thing, “Do not stir the pot of the obscene Let

The Washed Out Angel

Once glorious and powerful with a mind bursting flames Now tired and worn avoiding his fate Flaps his wings and wanders in the ether With no home to go to, no soul to ease his pain For those who loved him turned on him Or simply moved away For love became hate, respect turned into

Dandelion

Today I’m a dandelion basking in the sun like a lion I only need a rock to lie on. While others carry on with their lives and routine I’ll be here between the blue and the green letting my sorrows fly in the wind like the fluff of a dandelion. Artwork and Poetry by Luci

Summer days

Swoosh, swoosh the waves front and back rock under the sun rays, during those summer days when my inner child plays. Soon they will be here and my worries will at once disappear. Artwork & Poetry by Luci Iris Faer

Spiralling

Spiralling like water in a sinkhole down a pit without bottom, swirling with the force of a black hole, one by one my cells disperse and follow a path of their own, I reach out of what I can to get a hold but the change I can’t reverse. My colours bled out, my scales

Iris

Even when the road is long and the sun is gone, even when ruins ahead you lie and the clouds hide the sky, remember there is hope. Even when it’s tipping down and feel you’re about to drown, even when it’s cold and dark And you see no moon nor star, fret not, the light

That’s magic.

Whoever says that magic isn’t real, clearly does not know how to feel, nor see what is before them. Not simply see her, as in ‘use their eyes’ But experience, appreciate this gem For she is beautiful and wise. The stars that only shine from the ground, but up close they are rocks that float