(C) 2022, Phen Weston
The Moment
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... Continue Reading →
In your eyes
To J • In your eyes I saw the burning passion of a thousand years,Of love that swept the land with fond spring ariasAnd tingledwith raindrop touch,dancing upon our skin, As I walked to you,the world becomes a place I want to belong to again.Those long winters gone and, in your arms, I tracea lifetime... Continue Reading →
Death in the Afternoon
The champagne flute sat empty upon the table,Unsure if touched by Hemingway or Vonnegut.But secrets float upon the breath of decades,Questioning if love could cling to its empty rim. And I?I wait in hazeTo hold you again.To smell your hairAnd feel your warmth.The simple things that surround you every dayAnd call to me throughout the... Continue Reading →
Dimensions
Was there ever a time I was more than just a reflection A surface deep feeling Between stars and sprites Do you love me too much To show it in every breath you promised were mine As I did you In all my years I am afterthought Footsteps apart from love In all my years... Continue Reading →
Seventh Month
It will be the little things Which I never experienced I’ll miss the most Watching you wake and smile Cooking vegan food together Having your head on my lap As you fall asleep watching a show Each of your smiles And the way you treat plants As though they are people So many more That... Continue Reading →
Haiku 26/01/2020
Snow soliloquy White powder plumes the hill tops Her tears freeze the night
Worship
She aches addiction, While withering lives. Black neurosis, a trinket- Scrap petals and knives- To be played Until intrigue wavers And all the world drops dead. On her words, I made us Inside my head. Would Plath be proud Of deaf coveting instead? So many lives, I try to be in time, To be not... Continue Reading →
Thunderbird
I listen to the rain As it drums your name Against an empty pane And pain Reflects the world In stencils stretched Across arching street Light shimmer- winter seance In my head Plath Replays in detritus dreams But I am I am I am
Come
She whispers Through my decay Pulls me close As my mind strays If only I could make her stay I watch her chest rise And fall Watch her breasts arch And lock eyes Promises groan From her hips To arterial red lips, My name was placed Upon them Crawled between them With each kiss And... Continue Reading →
Darkness Warmth Poetry 