Rachel Sermanni (Don’t Fade)


A Fine Wash Of Azure


I follow his pen
the strokes and lines
the flourish the angle
how he spells sincerity
so plain and honest
with a fine wash of azure
as life really is
and strange how nobody
wants to read it
only elegance dressed as truth
humanity’s harsh hours
are a measure too blue
and never as lovely as sky

No Fantasy Darling

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I don’t know, what makes you think
our incompatible, would be such perfection
would it not in time, wrap around our graceful throats
choke the life from flesh
leave our souls overcast, bruised and abused
although, you might like that
you seem thrilled by the fantasy of harm

It’s no fucking fantasy darling
harm is damage
no matter how
delicate the mind or the hand
and murder mysteries
are no fun entertainment
the two are akin to me

What makes you sure, you’d be content by my side
when you know I’ll be questioning your intelligence
the stories in your head have scribbled a fabrication
the stories have whispered torrid tales
whip the fiction back on the page
and tell it how naughty it’s been
you dreamed a girl, who doesn’t exist


The Darkest Hour by Saisona

I am ravaged by tiredness
stinging blinking eyes
concentration flies through windows
impending yawns
and a mind that cares for nothing

Insomnia is a wicked visitor
only those who’ve friended it
know how its vines fetter
and leave you wondering
who you are



A friend is losing his sight today
he says, silence is death
and music, has become the comforter

I thought of you today
the tragedy, of a mother’s world fading
how music kept you sane, in the dark

Music is my friend today
tomorrow, and always
my sanity hangs on every note


43f2b975f1aeb4e5c9d29d3d588a25d8I could quite literally, submerge into you
still, the question remains
would it be a wholesome drowning?

I’m hopeful I won’t entirely disappear
I happen to like who I am

You’re declaring your love again
like a lonesome bird in the tree tops
singing your songs, flustering my ears

When were you thinking of drowning in me?
and if you do, would you need me to save you?


Damn You Spam

damn you spam
with your back the front words
and fake id
as if i can’t find enough
‘things’ to buy

you have come to charm
win me right over
with your hissy snake phrases
‘come and buy my pointless shit’


0f1311d352567944d52c2bdb2a789117I’m not the kind of girl who enjoys
being understood
I wear the essence of mystery
like the finest perfume
so don’t think you can get so close
I’ll become glass
I really won’t
I simply cannot

should be my first name
it’s the only version
you’ll get
the only me
you’ll ever come to know

thank-you-png-icon-1I noticed today I now have 140 shares for various posts on this blog.  I feel surprised and very honoured that anyone would read my work and like it enough to share it.

I want to say a very big thank you to anyone who took the trouble to share my poetry to their social media pages.  So incredibly generous of you! xxx


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I see all your voices
and hear your masks
they swarm my head like bees
I am spinning

Your intentions
leave me unbalanced
your truths
immerse me in grief

My skin is mine
it is seeking freedom
I am peeling you away
before you become I