my poems – Isidora Works

Mar 22, 2019Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

flowers growing in unusual places

It started with a grain first fed then contained Fear kept it lovingly in its domain I was always brave when the time came. Breathe in rip it out like a band aid Now I harbour winds that rage like hurricanes but hardly whisper outside the brain I used to be brave when the time … Continue reading flowers growing in unusual places

Sep 5, 2018Mar 22, 2019 M My Pen, Português, Verse

ampulheta

Parece lenta por ser imensa a torrente que passa pela ampulheta. Devia entupir ou emitir sinal de alarme ao ver passar versos repetidos ou rimas pirosas. Ouve a areia, diz ela, não queres a tua âmbola cheia de poemas menores.

Jul 13, 2018Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

I blame Tom

I blame Tom for fingers that want to dance along the skin for the fire emerging from sailing within.

Apr 23, 2018Mar 22, 2019 M My Pen, Português, Verse

fio fantasma

Sinto o mundo passar à frente e o passo dos meus pés presos com o peso de tempo soldado. Sempre me vi entre as palavras mas talvez as tenha tomado por certas. Devia estudar-lhes os vestidos E deitar fora os panos de padrões pirosos. Por muitos modelos que esboce O meu medo É já são … Continue reading fio fantasma

Feb 21, 2018Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

No Love Lost

no love is ever lost when love stands still if you save it in a box no love is ever spilled love can never be lost when it's not carried in words to save every single drop just ignore the hummingbirds if you never reach to taste it no love is ever wasted save your … Continue reading No Love Lost

Sep 23, 2017Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

The Visitors

It wasn't like this before. We were never modern or trendy only feeding off old glories of dead sailors and football stars. So we liked having you here: the wealthy relatives who never held us in any regard. But now you come to visit all the time. There is no more sitting outside with a … Continue reading The Visitors

Jul 29, 2017Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

Seeds

The eyes In my mind See all the skies I've crossed Since they were left behind Can you see All the seeds you left Inside me How they grow Do you know It is all you I am turning into.

Jun 26, 2017Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

in reality

in reality music is more fitting for the measures of this heart but I cannot play all the keys it wants to say so I let it start with these silent songs

May 22, 2017Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

primordial

It breathes ancient, this thing. It stirs and it rings and pours out of my skin. There's a tempest within. I should hold down the lid but can't sail this ship while lost drunk on longing. The sails rip at the seams. My lips holding the seeds I can't sow - for now. Can the … Continue reading primordial

May 22, 2017Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Verse

Bag Lady

Too many bags with too much baggage back from when your heart was savage and oblivious. A bag of lights A bag of doubts An empty bag on where to shout. The bag of tricks you've since collected - their smoke and mirrors have now deflected. So pile it up and build a pyre Make … Continue reading Bag Lady

Apr 4, 2017Mar 22, 2019 M My Pen, Português, Verse

74 x 34 x 60 mm

Dimensões conservadas. Discretamente heterogéneo apenas. Linha sem alterações intrínsecas. Septação fúndica já conhecida já alvo de intervenção. Cavidade virtual. Pequenas imagens líquidas infracentimétricas simples. Visibilidade anexial direita mais satisfatória do que a esquerda. Douglas livre.

Jul 13, 2015Feb 22, 2022 M My Pen, Português, Verse

Levante

Como ser imune ao esfumar do corpo (apaga a luz) Tu de braço solto E eu a única elevada no banco de pescoço exposto à tua voz Há entrega num soltar dos ombros no leve descair contra o teu peito (como se já tantas vezes o tivesse feito) e os teus dedos passam seguros pelos … Continue reading Levante

Feb 3, 2015Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Tony Cokayne: an introduction

Tony Cokayne lived up to his name. (It ran in the family He wasn't to blame.) Where there was demand, he’d supply Except for wise ass kids Wanting to get high On any shit they could buy. Tony Cokayne felt no shame. He wasn't one to hide (Only, maybe, from time to time When the … Continue reading Tony Cokayne: an introduction

Jan 21, 2015Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Cerulean

it was someone else's book (one still on the shelf) and all its shades of blue poured in at twelve there were waves along the sideway our underwater promenade a bit like Moses a bit like swimming all while asleep under the linen.

Jan 6, 2015Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Down the spiral ladder

Down the spiral ladder Your pet demons’ visiting hour. (Can you truly hate them when you’re their mother?) Can’t you tame them When light shouts louder? You know better. Being born from the water and all The mysteries you claim to know. Just go under.

Dec 24, 2014Mar 22, 2019 M My Pen, Pen, Verse

dilettante

maybe I should take up songwriting again though I never could play any instrument well enough to satisfy you melodies in my head.

Nov 29, 2014Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

heartburn

I used to feed on the unseen - such a tempting, delusive thing - starving leaving my brain to digest not even mist but air I would just leave it there chewing chewing teeth gritting images brewing (they were everywhere) and I carried them faith full the invisible stories too heavy to bare when I … Continue reading heartburn

Oct 28, 2014Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

intermittent

Simmer down the intermittent pen the intermittent everything this lack of discipline is too exhausting. You're such a star such a pretty light. Always on always off. Pulsing as if you one day just might expand into soaring flight. But no - not quite. Like a wave a daughter of the restless waters shallow - … Continue reading intermittent

Oct 10, 2014Mar 22, 2019 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Sylvia’s tree

Only the branches seem to grow and multiply - like Sylvia's tree. I should not depend on the wind as guide - it changes all the time. But the speed with which I need to grow (do I?) may well be the death of me. Shallow roots grow faster but never hold.

Sep 10, 2014Mar 22, 2019 M Best Of, English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

the miner

Watch your step as you tread through the depths. The surface is always safe - all lies rest above the ground. So go ahead out the cave all the way down. You may not even be afraid of the dark or damp dusty tunnels you'll need to cross to get to us. But make sure … Continue reading the miner

Oct 3, 2013Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

11.

Autumn's mist and Sarah's Sea I'm back to the months when I longed to see what I've since met but have not seen yet.

Oct 31, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Stygian

You have been carried for years on someone else's lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We … Continue reading Stygian

May 15, 2011Mar 14, 2018 M My Pen, Português, Verse

e outros demónios

se me senti encontrada não reclamei que me viu e, pensando-me inerte, deu a volta e seguiu.

Mar 4, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Hg

Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal … Continue reading Hg

Feb 18, 2011Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

old tales

Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There's nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do … Continue reading old tales