I am a poem writing, music making, Witch!
Talk softly Otherwise wake me Tell me how you feel Set me free Speak softly Don’t wake me Keep me from my bed My sheets make me scream
By Callum Foulds6 years ago in Poets
Two girls skipped in front of a moving car; As we cycled down the harbour my Youth fled with every push of the pedal. I finally found what I was looking for from here;
Orange city night glow Makes me nervous Trees are better to reflect The sky night light; The moon off the wet roads Shining off the base of the palm of leaves,
Pondered on a love letter To my favourite season And wondered how would it manifest, In the cold, when I prey it’s freezing.
I ran with the beautiful man in makeup being so afraid, the bombs getting closer and closer towards someone I once loved.
The tragic air of someone you love, Expels the fiery and watery deaths, And instead attracts a much simpler end. Missing the first light
The heels are the ones. You can’t go on stage without heels, You’d have to be mad. But she is mad. Mad that she’s bound to this world,
I’ve spent the last few years perfecting my speech, Learning to emote eloquently Like leading the rapids through stones.
His boy through the kitchen With lights in his eyes and Fire in his walk Treads amongst the grit lain land With no life but his.