Labyrinth of words

[pen doodle on a crumpled up piece of butter paper I found stashed in my bag]

Too busy living life but I have none
is this the time we strive since we've been born
I can't even fathom
what this is
beneath all this shizzz

so much to do so little
time goes flying out the
door that you never even noticed was
open your
mind is a labyrinth of
words only mean
so much ...

AThief of a Different Kind

[poem written with drawing pen and coloured pens, washed wish water, on a tea-bag aged scrap paper I made last year]

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This came to me today, when I realised... it's marking me.

"I ebb and flow into your mind
I am the fear within your tunnel of time
creating seismic superfluous yarn
weaving yourself into an intricate darn
Barrier."

Sheen

[poem written on a fallen leaf; paper clip and embroidered word found by the road on my walk back to the hostel]

"tinting my buttery mundane life with prize"

Foundations

[poem written with watercolour marker on a scribbled piece of paper from my Building Construction and Materials group discussion]

"This cold night I shall dig deep into the ground
until myself has been found"

My White Palms

[poem on scrap paper]


glowing and flawful
my white palms,
turned blue.


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Stars

[pencil colours, pen, on two scrap brown model board excess from making North points to put on the presentation boards]


"so many stars at night
but i can only count
one at a time

so many wars to fight
but i can only fight
mine."