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ramblings on a sunny spring day by Fiona Lokot

maybe I will let the words fall out a torrent of pent-up thoughts caught for so long in my heart with nowhere else to go already treading dangerously close to the precipice overlooking the secrets tr… 75 words

miracles by Fiona Lokot

my countless reasons for my unworthiness listed in cold ink and sharp clarity 148 words

path of life by Fiona Lokot

the solitude of mystic wanderings 68 words

prove me wrong by Fiona Lokot

something is terribly wrong within me, with me 261 words

sunrise over swamps by Fiona Lokot

Winter sunrise. / Cold and dark. / The swirl of deep blue storm clouds rushing across the horizon, framed by bare-branched trees. / It is cold here, southern and wild, in this city positioned on the … 170 words

what I saw when I saw myself just standing there by Fiona Lokot

(a response to a photograph) / The old battle resurfaced, the familiar surge of hatred. Self-directed contempt, that burning vitriol, that tidal wade of vicious epithets. Somewhere along the line I b… 390 words

untitled (lifted from my journal) by Fiona Lokot

Be merciful, I beg you / You know that I am dust / and broken soul fragments / bound together by a fragile spirit / floundering my way through a finite world / scarred and damaged beyond reason / And… 220 words

The Narcissist by Fiona Lokot

here I am again / confronting them / with myself / again / look at me / again again… / what’s the point, again? / burning expression / self – absorbed aggrandising promoting made ob… 142 words

further lamentations and frustrations: ode to anonymous by Fiona Lokot

I died a thousands deaths because of him. / Though he slay me, it was never really his fault – / the way he invaded my dreams / so that the pain was no longer confined to waking hours / but no… 174 words

running from the heart's desires by Fiona Lokot

this was the time of my escape / but it is better if I leave you now / I had my glimpse of hope / my taste of passion / wonder and joy / Now the wilderness beckons me / the lure of vast was… 205 words

dreaming in the daylight by Fiona Lokot

dreaming / of sun-washed fields and windswept grasses / lonely open expanses and summer-brown pastures / grazing cattle on a far hillside / blackbirds singing their evening song / wide stretched boug… 200 words

Monster by Fiona Lokot

the blood running down my hands and arms reminds me / that I am only one choice away from becoming a monster 21 words

Love: I was not made for this by Fiona Lokot

In the harsh light of day, as the sun chases away the outlandish fictions of my heart / (those cruel tormentors that whisper hopeful lies) / I return to the clarity of reason. / Those long nights los… 182 words

dying on the inside losing hope by Fiona Lokot

Hasty decisions led to a lifetime’s bondage. / I collapse in the gravity of long-past choices / And see a grey future before me. / All the voices, the obligations / Tell me to do what’s … 161 words

III. He Said I Could Never Be Happy In This Place - ... by Fiona Lokot

We sat by the silver stream, watching the clouds drift across the caerulean expanse of a kind sky. It was quiet, more peaceful here. / He lay down on the ground and motioned for me to do the same. Ly… 287 words

II. He Let Me Hold His Hand - 2 of 3 by Fiona Lokot

It was hard travelling with him. He moved so quickly and easily in the soft, shifting sands and over rough, sharp grass and rocks. Sometimes he looked back and caught my eye. Something in his glance … 343 words

I. He Left Me To Die Here - 1 of 3 by Fiona Lokot

When I finally opened my eyes, it was into the searing white heat of a desert landscape. Sun-bleached stones and striated mesas came into focus. My limbs ached and the thirst was unbearable. Spiky tu… 564 words

Convincing Myself: I Can Wait by Fiona Lokot

In the long lonely months of solitude / In the broken scattered sunlight breaking through the tangled dead canopy / Watching the years fade into dim memory with no shift in the routine / I must wait.… 175 words

Love and Torture Are The Same Thing by Fiona Lokot

You’ve tangled yourself in the thorns and briers of my messy soul / And as you pulled away you ripped it out of me, and / Left me wounded and bleeding on the wayside. / I never should have tak… 50 words

Waiting for a rescuer? Lonely. Again. by Fiona Lokot

Crickets drone and dogs bark / and music plays on the radio / and blackbirds sing. / The wind is picking up / and the sun is going down. / Think a storm is on the way. / Wonder if there’s anyo… 64 words

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