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

Clouds

So fluffy and light always a sight for the sore eye. So puffy and bright the infinite sky becomes less of a fright. So soft and white they’re here day or night the pillows of the mind. Artwork and Poetry by Luci Iris Faer

How I Wish

How I wish to get lost in a forest Sleep under the branches and leaves Watch the clouds from a tree top as they form, follow rabbits to their hiding holes, forget about the assholes that ruin our lives and say ‘it’s the norm’. How I wish to run free and scream on the top