‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’

A dark brown almost black desk,
Over a decade old,
Sat in my room

Serving as everything 

My little brain could imagine at nine;

A spaceship rocketing through galaxies
A tower with a balcony

A little shop where my sister and I sold 'Magic Water'

A stage for performances

A carriage drawn by horses.

A dark brown almost black desk,
Over two decades old,

Sits in my room

Decorated with trinkets

Pieces of my personality

My colourful potted plants
Too many candles

Letters
Feathers

Books

Pictures

Pebbles.

I sit here, fabricating tales
Of sorrow and joy,

Creating worlds far and beyond

Stitching feelings together;

Calling them Poetry

Dreaming of dragons and stardust

Flying through the clouds almost like a Raven

So when The Mad Hatter asks
‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’

Looking right into my eyes

With his glassy dazed gaze,

I whisper,

'Because it can be anything.'

Empty Spaces

The empty spaces in my heart
Let my arteries pour blood into them
As it thuds a little uneven
As it thuds a little slower.

The galaxies
And skies
And suns 
And all the pretty things

I try to gulp down my throat
To make myself feel that I am full
And that the empty space inside my stomach doesn't exist.

The empty space in your room
Haunts me
Each and every time I cross it
Some times I fill it with my own being and pretend to be you

The empty spaces in my eyes
Craters created by the meteors of the lack of the sight of you
Fill up with the streams that flow out

The empty spaces between my fingers
Burn into my eyes when I cross the road
I curl my palm into a fist
Letting the thoughts fade into the music of traffic.

The Warning Bells Are Ringing

"Close your eyes"
they put their fingers across my eyes,
"Its not there if you can't see it." 
they whisper in my ears.

"Hush now don't say that" 
they say as they slowly part my lips,
"You don't need that anymore"
I hear the sound of their scissors snipping.

Snip snip

My tongue is gone.

I flail around helplessly,
They can't do this to everyone,

Someone will see,
Someone will speak,

But wait, can they?

This is wrong, this is unfair.

The warning Bells are ringing, loud and clear.

The warning Bells are ringing, can't they hear?

Everything will fall apart.

The kingdom they are building,
with the fragile bricks of perfection 
and the cement of their propaganda,
Won't last long in the storm that is brewing.

The warning bells are ringing, loud and clear.

The warning bells are ringing, can't they hear?