Category: Poetry

A selection of some of my amateur, unedited poetry.

VICTIM ENGRAVED

Writers need to look inward
to tell stories weeping with colour
but I think I’m just a narcissist
with pathetic tattooed on her neck
victim engraved in her lower back
[...]

TWITTER MAKES ME ANXIOUS

twitter makes me anxious
i shouldn’t use it really
its crushing judgement
and negativity strains
the hydrangeas in my chest
and the fruit flies in my skull
i[...]

2AM

​The dreams, they come alive;
when the night is at its most potent
and the possibilities seem their most endless

that is when I am free.

Vickye Fisher © May 2016. All Rights Reserved.

REFLECTIONS ON A DEVIANT FIGURE

​I cannot decide if I am fat, or thin; ugly, or pretty; worthy of the world’s gaze, or worth nothing at all.
I think that perhaps, as I ache and strain, and dart back and forth over the[...]

DELETE ALL

​I guess if I delete it, it feels like it never happened.
Like I can wipe the inconvenient, the boring or the embarrassing off the face of this Earth, and no-one will be any the wiser.
Of[...]

WAR, I GUESS

I’m having an imaginary crisis in which
my brain wages war on my body and
my body lays its gun on the floor and

shrugs.

Vickye Fisher © July 2017. All Rights Reserved.

PLASTICINE

That wasn’t
the worst time;
but it was a haze
gas clouds of poison and
carbon choking up
my sense of place
purpose, time
the memories are snapshots
now, but I think they were
at the time too.

It[...]

SPRING CLEANING

I’m caught between trying to squeeze
out the poetry in my mind, like
precious little droplets of liquid
gold glittering in the sun

and going the fuck to sleep.

There I go again. Trying to make
[...]

JUDGED

I quite like the idea of retreating. The art of being mysterious, it was never my strong suit. It seems daring and superior, but most of all it demands that others come to them. The Mysterious One lies[...]

CHASE AFTER LOVERS

Note to self: don’t chase after lovers
who do not care for your love;
you will only run until your legs crumple underneath
gasping for air as they speed ahead
never stopping to look behind.

They[...]