Żabko

Żabko, Śpieszmy się kochać ludzi, tak szybko odchodzą.* Autumn leaves line forest paths  with copper rose and burnt orange lath; Laced sun upon October draught. Your feet drum a rhythm into earth, The beat of Slavic ancestry. Perperuna Opens the heavens and rain Touches your face in ways that I envy.  The cold kiss against your...

The Moment

(C) 2022, Phen Weston

Doom Days

loving you was suicide an adrenaline fuelled skydive towards needle pillars and crying precipices that long to break me a soul that only you saw that only you understood that you fixed with one simple message creating worlds and colour creating future and passion making me whole and that I stole in mistake and stupidity...

Porphyria’s Wake

Years neglect how she became my muse until her eyes tore through the shrouds of all I had come to call empyrean earth. Now each step engulfs her loveless being, and waters wash away the strongest walls, each held the sanity before, Bastille amour. Bleeding sooner than death can swing her scythe, to show me...

Untitled, 1st February 2016

She placed the world against arousing paradigms that salaciously played with wood and feathers, fire and flames, that grew in aching hours, prurient and gradations folding with new dissonances. Each lubricious memory, that danced within the chasms of life, hold suggestive to those witnessing their yearning, rife and pornographic to those with privileged visions. In...

Expectancy

The prolix extended to centre winds that blew, forming fusion intent to allocate the emptiness, succumbed, that grew, new reflections journeyed wherever strangers, suspended, threw your memory, and I can’t breathe this stale air. On dark mountains we walked paths lit by moonlights lies and romantic twists. Travelled softly, in quieter times, to swim in...

Addams

Sleep in shadows – unhinged – draped against such oblique regard. The world renounced such disjointed beauty, lapping against darker shores. I would surrender my life to feel your heart beat – howling demon – once more. You are not alone, my love! But let my love no longer trouble you. For in those days...

Dahmer (and an update)

Hello beautiful people How are you all today? I took a few days off after sharing the free chapbook with you (see my last post to find it), but I am back and here is a brand new poem for you all. It may have gotten slightly dark again, but it is October!. Please comment...

Ingénue Paramour

I watched her from afar, the intricate melody that bore soul and rhythm into listless hours remixed by shortened susurrus reminders of dramas to be the centre of deep affections. She flickered in light, ephemeral to the touch, yet more radiant than a thousand suns lingering in clear nights and black penumbras promises, I fell...

The Dweller by the Tomb

- For Talitha - Madness. My life is a mortuary pressing against my skull in which no sacrament holds between these empty thoughts; and I want to be taken for granite. Sanguineous opinions that drain the will from cold lips, gracile delirium coming to nothing. Layers of sulphurous myth that burns my heart and I...