Georgia Marginson-Swart: Poems

490 · Oct 2013

Unworthy

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2013

Unworthy

I hate how things ended between us
I hate that things ended.
I'm much too selfish
to say that I hope you find someone
who you deserve
I only wish I was,
or could have been
someone worthy
of your love.

490 · Feb 2016

We believe our creations will last forever until they don't

Georgia Marginson-Swart Feb 2016

We believe our creations will last forever until they don't

I have always preferred the ancient, crippled and malformed ruins of places. The backbones of civilisation laid bare upon the ribs of the earth, I see more beauty in this destruction than angel's houses that stand tall and golden, shimmering in the light of the sun and preserved as if God's own hand had molded them. They are wrong.
See here the gloat of man! How we scream for attention and praise using the shining foundations of an unknown God to control the known masses and make them believe we are bigger than we are; bigger than the dirt that molded us and the humble springs that nutured us. We are not infallible nor unbreakable as those golden houses would tell. We are as fleeting and finite as the ages of man passed in bare rememberence.
We build our homes amongst ruins and return to them despite any prayers, temples, or carved angels, we are born from dust and we return to it, with no divide to say what man served what god or what coin filled who's purse.
The dark takes everything and does not hold favourites.

#god #religion #existential #destruction #chaos #ruins

488 · Dec 2013

Breath of life.

Georgia Marginson-Swart Dec 2013

Breath of life.

follow my instructions my dear
i promise, if you are hurting
this will not ail you further
and i can only hope
it will diminish your pain

breathe, darling, breathe
inhale, exhale
let the soothing coolness of life
fill your lungs and cleanse you
inhale, exhale,
that's it
you've got this

Now listen my love
I know things are tough right now
and you may not feel up to much
thats fine, i promise, its fine
just relax and let the air
take away a little part of your pain
inhale, exhale
breathe, darling, breathe

you can do this
just keep breathing
my dearest love,
keep breathing.

Take a breath and let your worries be exhaled
breathe, sweetheart, breathe.

487 · May 2015

You are Her, and She is within Us

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2015

You are Her, and She is within Us

Let your ribs be the iron cage
That winged hearts of men fear
Let your eyes hold such depth
All who gaze be lost there, always
Let your arms be lovely yet strong
May you contest with Atlas
As you both hold up the world
Let tears be not weakness
But rivers that cut their path
Through the stone mountains of your cheeks
Let lips hold words of faith and courage
May you speak truthfully
May you be harsh when called for
Let your voice shake the earth
You are nature herself
You bleed the Golden Ichor of Gods
And where it falls, flowers grow
Let your heart be the strong Oak
And your capillaries, roots
The sky will bend for you
The birds will sing for you
The world will love you
But love yourself, first.

#nature #beauty #earth #women #gods

486 · Apr 2014

one thousand dying sunsets

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2014

one thousand dying sunsets

I am a part of the 90's generation. Born to the world in the midst of heartaches and solitude. We dwell in shadows to hide our eyes from the brutal sunlight and we shy away from the darkness that corrupts and destroys. Through the fog that clouds our judgement we see ourselves and collapse any reflective surface that shows the satin devils in our iris. We break mirrors and hearts along our way and indulge ourselves in life's only certainty:
Self hate rules all.

485 · Mar 2016

Concept #7

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2016

Concept #7

Concept: I stop quieting the bird in my heart. She is singing with joy and as she spreads her wings they unfurl from my back. We fly away together. We are both free.

484 · Nov 2016

Do I even exist?

Georgia Marginson-Swart Nov 2016

Do I even exist?

When I sit here in the dark
I am troubled with thoughts
Of storms brewing inside me
I am haunted by the ghosts
Of faces I have never seen
Not in this life
I cannot tell if I am filled
With a green and lush life
Or if all I am, all I have ever been
Is a lost soul echoing through eternity
Screaming for recognition
And finding only starless blackness
In the eyes of myself

484 · Oct 2019

Someday someone will speak your name for the last time

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2019

Someday someone will speak your name for the last time

Today I managed to convince myself that there was not a single soul in the world who loved me
That I was alone amongst stars whose names were long forgotten
Just as my own name was on the prescipice
Already a half murmered phrase, a syllable dropped here and there
Just me in inky sky watching my own hands crumble to smoke
Carried away on a wind that will not even return my echo to me
I saw a shooting star and recognised her for the girl I sat opposite on a bus once
Dared not call her name for knowledge she did not herself know it anymore
The smoke climbed further, my arms and all the nerves inside them
Unravelling into shadow, even as my own shadow had long since fled
Once upon the sunlight I could have called forth memory
Gripped his heart in my fist and demand one more day
Another aching hour before the unmaking
The smoke has her silken hands around my neck
Tender as an embrace I collapse into her mouth
As I am consumed I see the faces of everyone I carried inside my heart
Forget their names, their voices, the colours of their eyes
And am too forgotten by all but the nights' cold quiet
Everything is lost to the hungry dark
Small, but a death just the same

480 · Oct 2013

I miss my dad

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2013

I miss my dad

Losing a father
isn't like having your pet die
you don't just grieve
and then get over it
you get home
and your house smells of death
and there is an absence
in your heart, in your life
that cannot be filled by anything
Losing a father
especially like I did,
when I was so young
i was old enough to remember him
but not old enough
to have any amazing memories with him
I lost a father
and I feel that loss
every **** day
its an ache in my chest
its an empty void, a chasm,
in my bleak life
I lost a father to death
and the pain will stay
until I am lost to death, too.

479 · Aug 2014

Your love is cold like winter.

Georgia Marginson-Swart Aug 2014

Your love is cold like winter.

Do I dare,
Dare I not,
Forsake the heart
You have forgot?
Lest the winds
Wildly blow
And shower me
With a frozen glow
Of hearts ablaze
In winter's frost
And a shadowed haze
Of lovers, lost.
Dare I love you
Once again
Or let the cold
Come creeping in?
And your love, as cold as ice
Freezes me under my skin
Winter is not far away
Let the chill of hearts begin.

478 · Oct 2014

I have seen the sun burn a thousand times by my doing

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2014

I have seen the sun burn a thousand times by my doing

She was the sort of girl who wore her pain like a mask. Concealing every flicker of hope that could show, in case the demons that lurked in corners snatched that hope away and gobbled it up into their ever-hungry bellies. She was the girl who saw constellations in the faces of those she loved most but black holes in her own irises, and the all too familiar fear that was like a second shadow to her, cloaking her and making her see cities burn in her dreams and worlds die at her feet. She was the storm and the calm, broken and whole. She was all and nothing at once, and when that was too much pressure she became the whirlpool of pain she had always kept leashed. This girl collapsed in on herself and the world held its breath until she resurfaced.
It is still holding its breath.

476 · Nov 2013

drowning

Georgia Marginson-Swart Nov 2013

drowning

I cried an island into the sea
that day you said goodbye
the waves crashed and threw themselves
against the shoreline in a fury
at the audacity of what you did
the water spilled through the streets
and washed away the homes
of all our bitter memories,
they were swept to sea
and drowned amidst the ocean
where i could no longer see them
and i could no longer feel
i cried an island into the sea
because i drowned in a sorrow
that you caused.

475 · Apr 2015

Angst; red. vibrant. cold

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2015

Angst; red. vibrant. cold

i have written poetry and I have talked to gods . I have seen stars burn and species die. I have loved and I have lost and i spent years running from the devil and god before I found they were reflections in water. Its all fake. The sun. The sky. The sinner's prayer. All that's real is the blood of lovers and the poems of the sick and the ******

474 · Jan 2014

i missed your hugs but that is all i will ask of you

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jan 2014

i missed your hugs but that is all i will ask of you

it is nice to have a shoulder to cry on
it is even better when that shoulder
belongs to none other than you.
you, who chase away every storm cloud
that is forming behind my eyes
and bring a smile to my face
when no one else could
i am glad to have you back as my friend
it has been so long, and i have missed you
but understand that i do not want to be more
though the thought of you makes my heart stutter
i cannot handle letting anyone else in
i do not like feeling broken
and it is all i ever feel lately
When you speak, i grow wings
but they will only take me further
from the love you have for me.

473 · Apr 2014

Midnight storms

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2014

Midnight storms

I was simple and platonic
You were a hurricane of passion
All too eager to sweep me up
But I shied away from your storm
And recluded into quiet rain
While you blazed lightning
And screamed thunder from the sky
You tried to pull my hand
Lead me to the open plains
Where we could smile as wide as the moon
And throw cautions to the air currents
But the sun came up
And with the rays of sunlight
That bore through trees
I crept away from you and your thunder
For fear that you were simply
My midnight tempest
And as dawn arose you would sink.
But you stayed,
And my storms haven't been the same since.

470 · Feb 2018

A foot in both doorways

Georgia Marginson-Swart Feb 2018

A foot in both doorways

I stumble, unsteady
Into wakefullness
Feeling charged as a dream
The sunlight pouring in the window
Illuminates my glowing body
Humming with potential
This languid and blissful
Half asleep state, holds me
In a whisper, in a memory
I have two hands of power here :
In one, Promise.
And the other, Hope.
I am a king

469 · Aug 2014

Almost a Survivor

Georgia Marginson-Swart Aug 2014

Almost a Survivor

The depression no longer ****** me
Nor does it bite or scratch
Or tear its way to my skin
From the depth of my core, outward
But occasionally, on my dark days
I will feel a nibble
On my lung or my heart
Reminding me that its still there
That its hungry
It wants feeding. So I do.
I give it my grief and my anger
And everything that keeps me whole
Until I am a little less complete
But it is no longer hungry
And it can no longer nibble
Or scratch, or bite through
My every capillary
I am incomplete
But I am happy
Almost.

#sad #depression #tw #triggerwarning

467 · Nov 2021

Pantheon

Georgia Marginson-Swart Nov 2021

Pantheon

I know that there are Gods inside me
Because I have seen them
at 13 when I tried to let Wrath out through my wrists,
15, an attempt to drown Calamity with prescription pills
and Famine, too, looking down my empty throat
After my stomach was hollow, with only Grief inside of it
I have seen Lust in the way I ache for more sunlight
at 17 in the summer where I regrew Joy,
fed her small scraps until she could devour
the whole world, and me
the Pantheon inside of myself 19
All of us a maelstrom in my blood
but Pride, forefront
King of kings on my tongue
He says look at the shrine you have made yourself
Holy, and still growing.

463 · Dec 2015

Must I set myself alight, simply to be bright enough for you?

Georgia Marginson-Swart Dec 2015

Must I set myself alight, simply to be bright enough for you?

I gravitate around you
Like a cold moon to a blazing Sun
You are my tether
And still I cannot be too close
For you dazzle the many
And we, as puppets, burn

Eyes like lush forests
Green as the tinge of spring
And distant like tall branches
In the sun they are clear oceans
stretching beyond my vision
I have drowned in those eyes many times

Strong arms. I could snap
Not that you would, kind boy
But I know you are strong enough
To break my heart. You did it once
Using other puppets and faraway moons
Did you not know I shone for you?

Changeling, you call yourself
Hurt has matured you, grown you
But I still see early spring in those eyes
I still see that brilliant sunshine glow
You could have the universe in your palm
With but a smile and wink, they love you.

To love the sun and burn silently?
Lingering close and smelting my skin?
Or simply circling and knowing
As you dance lightly with other moons
That once, in another lifetime, another world
you, burned for *me

#love #gravity #boy #universe #unrequited #planets

460 · Jan 2014

last week's example of clarity.

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jan 2014

last week's example of clarity.

The days grew longer and the nights colder, and yet I still amounted to nothing more than the specks of dust gathering in the back of my mind that covers the memories I dare not look upon again. My eyes became weary and after several long years my smile was non-existent and it was almost as if it was never there. They tried to snap me back into a reality that I wanted no part of and I showed them that each time I swallowed yet another mouthful of tablets, but they never listened no matter how loud I cried. They think I am damaged and broken, they think they can fix me, but I have never been more whole nor seen so clearly. I alone see the world for what it really is; a wasteland, and I alone am the only one who understands that it is better to jump ino an early grave than be pushed in by the weight of sorrow, betrayal and heartache. If not now, when?

459 · Oct 2013

Stranger

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2013

Stranger

It doesn't matter
who you are
I hope that you
will never
have to know
the crippling pain
of someone you love
looking at you
like you
are a stranger

458 · Dec 2015

'Okay, Bye'

Georgia Marginson-Swart Dec 2015

'Okay, Bye'

'Please don't talk to me again'

I said those words
and a weight lifted from my shoulders
I felt lighter, more free
And yet
When the weight lifted
It was replaced with a sorrow
That gut-aching knowledge
That you have just broken something
You loved

You said 'Ever?'
I couldn't detect any sorrow
maybe this was your freedom, too

456 · Jan 2014

As the sun sets, so does my joy.

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jan 2014

As the sun sets, so does my joy.

My momma bought me some more of those pills
the ones that control my moods, keeping me sane
I only just opened them, took off the cap
didn't do anything, just swirled my finger around,
my thoughts consumed by the elegance of them,
the perfect roundness and sunshine yellow.
But then the dark thoughts came, like storm clouds,
as they always do around this time of the evening
and i heard them ask me, a hiss in my ear
now what on earth, could a girl like you do
with all of those
pretty
little
**pills

455 · Oct 2015

Driftwood dreams

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2015

Driftwood dreams

Let the anchor drop
I will stay rooted to this murky water
until the tide comes in, a forceful fury
and washes me away with the ocean
I will ride the currents to distant lands
and live by the sun and stars,
with the moon as my compass
I will wax and wane with it
ebbing and flowing, in constant creation
like that current that swept me from shore
I will live my adventure, by hell and high water
and I will follow those stars, wherever they lead
But the book must close, the adventure end
and I will return to that anchor and murky water
and live a mediocre life far from ocean's reach
in a mediocre town; country; continent; earth
until my great journey fades, hazy and distant
tucked away under cluttered memory, remaining,
like a dream I once had,
one where I didn't fear the sea.

#dreams #longing #ocean

455 · Mar 2014

I've got angels tugging at the corners of my mouth

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2014

I've got angels tugging at the corners of my mouth

Things are good now,
Well, as good as it gets,
You know?
I mean so yeah the doctors
Want to put me on the miracle pill
Of antidepressants
As if it would stop the thoughts.
But I've got my drummer boy
And his golden smile
That reminds me of summer,
And spring, and winter, and love
I've got my girls
Their hearts and voices clearing away
Storm clouds and shadows
From places I cant reach,
Not by myself.
I've got my family, my anchors
But they're also my wings
Keeping me grounded
whilst letting me fly
So yeah. The voices haven't stopped
And the pain is still there
But its easing up
I'm smiling for real now
And it's good, you know?
It's good.

455 · Jan 2016

I can carve a path through darkness, too

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jan 2016

I can carve a path through darkness, too

The shooting star
I saw at 6am
Was the perfect reminder
That night does not
Have to mean darkness
And that even dying things
Can go on a journey

I will blaze and soar
My wish
Was to be that star

453 · Mar 2017

Some things do not survive the winter

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2017

Some things do not survive the winter

Roses at the foot of my bed
All the thorns bleeding ink,
My mother weeps in the room next door
For what she has lost in the winter,
For what remained come the spring.
My bones creak and tremble within me,
The only sound that could still echo in this house
I am a wraith in this place, translucent and trembling
Heart like a casket, but empty,
A ghost of a girl remains, trapped
Inside flesh and sinew, with tragedy
Hidden in the marrow of her.

Roses at the foot of her bed.
The thorns bleeding ink.
The petals falling off.

453 · Jul 2016

The soul knows where home is

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jul 2016

The soul knows where home is

I belong to all the water
That never made it to the ocean
I belong to the falling stars
Cast out of their inky heaven
And I belong to the hidden places
The green grass never seen nor
touched by a careless mortal hand
I exist inside the earth and out of it
My home is a brick house with 4 rooms
But my soul calls to the mountains
To the oceans and the skies
She longs to listen to trees
She longs to sing with the sparrows
She longs
She longs
She longs

452 · Oct 2018

Celestial body

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2018

Celestial body

I find my soul in the dip of his lips
That perfect Cupid’s bow
How it seems to cup my very dreams
I know that my heart sits
In the curl of his smile, a secret thing
Held between us, one grin to another
And still the way he holds my lungs
Under his tongue, rolls them in his mouth
Controls every shudder of my chest
I am transcended when I look at him
Two eyes of spring forest that take me
Boundless into whispering sleep
When the light is absorbed into his skin
And they change from willow to ocean
In a blink we travel miles, and I follow
Eager, with my hands reaching for him
To entwine in the curls of his hair
I am always aching to pull him closer
He is the sun blowing kisses at my moon
And I, with all the brightness he gives me
Will sit peaceful in his orbit
Home, at last

447 · Nov 2013

Stay

Georgia Marginson-Swart Nov 2013

Stay

i was so lonely before you
i was lost and broken
and untrusting due to how he hurt me
but you healed the pain
with kind words and loving embraces
(the ones he never gave me)
you made me laugh
when i didn't want to smile
and stopped me crying
when i wanted to create new scars
you are a blessing to my life right now
I hope you stay
*(please stay)

447 · Jun 2014

Summertime Blues

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jun 2014

Summertime Blues

'Summertime blues'
An odd saying, isn't it?
That something so bright
And sun filled
Could be paired with something
So sorrowful
And gloomy
But it's the middle of June
And its rained all week
And you haven't spoken to me
In months
So I can understand why
The sun has disappeared
But I cannot bear to listen to rain
For it sounds too much like
Your sweet pulse
That kept all my clouds at bay
But the sun has gone
And taken you with it
And my clouds
Have all
Escaped.

446 · Aug 2016

a text written and never sent

Georgia Marginson-Swart Aug 2016

a text written and never sent

I know this is against the rules
But im drunk right now and so the rules don't matter
I miss you
I miss how you would look at me
When you thought i wasnt looking
And i miss your self- satisfied grin
I miss your bad habits and the way
You held a cigarette between your teeth
I miss the taste of you in my mouth
And mostly i miss how you would stretch your hand out,
An open invitation for my own small fingers
I know this is against the rules
But I'm halfway in love with you
And I cannot go forwards nor back
And I wouldn't want to if I could.

446 · Jan 2016

It is not the nicotine

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jan 2016

It is not the nicotine

His kisses taste like cigarettes
And when he's drunk
He'll call me his girl
And I'll smile into the phone
While he mumbles at me

He holds me by the waist
And I feel grounded but light
Like he tethers me
Without anchoring me
He doesn't know this

We sat in my kitchen
And drank tea and talked
It felt real in that moment
Like the future was now
And it was so tranquil

His kisses taste like cigarettes
And with every smile
And every time I see him
Staring at me with ocean eyes
I am understanding
His addiction.

#addiction #relationship #infatuation #smoking

445 · Feb 2014

discarded

Georgia Marginson-Swart Feb 2014

discarded

I don't have anyone
Not one person gives a ****
Everyone who ever said
That I meant something
Has ****** off or died
I'm not easy to handle
I can be a ***** sometimes
I am not perfect and not easy
To love. But I am so tired
Of feeling upset
And being lonely
I just want someone to be there for me
But
No one
Ever
Is.

442 · Dec 2013

Shoot-out

Georgia Marginson-Swart Dec 2013

Shoot-out

We always used to play cowboys
take 5 steps in each direction
count down, then shoot, or give in
5...4...3...2...1..
BANG!
i'd always lose
but only because you never surrendered
and now its 6 years later
we've endured arguments
and also shared love
but now, on this day
you're 10 feet away from me
with your back turned
and your hand in your pocket
but the real question isn't why
the question is
what are you holding
the white flag of surrender
or the gun you aim for me?

442 · Jan 2016

dehydrated

Georgia Marginson-Swart Jan 2016

dehydrated

I poured every ounce of myself
Into oceans and bath water
And blood and sweat and tears
At the end of all of this
I am finally empty.

#sad #depression #emptiness

439 · May 2015

Reincarnation

Georgia Marginson-Swart May 2015

Reincarnation

One moment she's silk
The next she is thorns
Her beauty, ravaged
By a lover's scorn
But the waves in the tide
Will wash her away
And with darkness comes light
And birth, from decay

439 · Mar 2017

I reek of decay

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2017

I reek of decay

I weep for the beat of my heart
Now so foreign and unfamiliar to me
Bird in my ribcage ripping her wings
In the desperate bids to free herself
And flee from the bulbous rotting shadows
That share in her lightless prison
All my blood replaced with oil
And the small bird shrieks as she chokes
Guttural and laboured
But still
No freedom
No release
Only the screams of a dying bird,
The mournful cries of her captor
And the laughter of the shadows
Eating at them both

438 · Sep 2018

A lifetime in the swing

Georgia Marginson-Swart Sep 2018

A lifetime in the swing

I am a clock that clears its throat and repeats itself
Always stuck on the same sentence
Never able to contribute more to a conversation than a dull click
Over and over, setting teeth to grinding.
I am the clenched fist, too,
All the bones and muscles smiling at each other
Curling up against their lovers
And holding anger inside of them
Like a tongue between teeth
A chime caught midway
I am the midnight hour that echoes inside of itself
The way the impact of fist against mouth
Echoes through eternity
On the hour
Every hour
Repeated
A metronome of rage

437 · Oct 2013

Undeserving

Georgia Marginson-Swart Oct 2013

Undeserving

I feel so threatened
by anyone
who gets close to you
because I know
that they can love you
better than I can
The distance between us
grows more every day
and I don't know how long
until you, or I, let go
I'm hoping it won't happen
but there are those
who won't hurt you
like I will,
In the end.

this was written when I was in love for 9 months
Its been 4 days and he's found someone else
I guess he hurt me, in the end.

435 · Mar 2018

Apocalypse now

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2018

Apocalypse now

I have stopped with the poems
That liken me to natural disasters
No more hurricanes named after my two syllable tongue
No more tsunamis, destroying every island I found in a person
I don’t want to be a cataclysmic event anymore
No more doomsday’s or end times
Hellfire held in these lips, no
I am trying to become sunlight
To weave it around me like a great gold cloak
To walk in between the sunbeams and learn from them
How to step lightly into others lives
Leaving the place before slightly more illuminated
I am learning from the moon her heavy slink
The drowsy hug of her light and I am taking
All that nights darkness and weaving a glittering blanket
To lay over my loved ones that they may sleep peaceful
Knowing only the kiss of me and my stars
And not fearing the dark or the dawn or what the angry earth could bring them
I have pushed away all apocalypse inside me
Drank of ambrosia and nectar that the heavens guzzle
And made myself the smooth waltz of homeliness
Comfort resting on my two syllable tongue
Washing tides of peace on every island I see
I am dancing in the solar flares and letting the atom bomb inside me
Erupt into stardust
A wish in every fragment
For my molten blood to quiet and cool,
The rumbling earth of my heart to still,
For sunlight in the fallout that does not burn,
For a new kind of calm, one that heralds no storms

433 · Dec 2013

I hate politics

Georgia Marginson-Swart Dec 2013

I hate politics

I refuse to be defined
by a letter, or a grade
that belongs to a system
that, in turn, belongs to a government
that cannot even house its homeless
or protect its citizens
I will not be told
that i cannot be what i want
because my Maths grade was a D
or I didn't take the right subjects
I will not succumb
to the pressures of school
and the ever-increasing weight
that this country thrusts upon my shoulders
I'm 14 for heavens sake
how can i possibly decide
what I want to spend the rest of my miserable life
partaking in for minimum wage?
I would rather be a hermit
and live in the forests, like in my favourite books
away from the corrupt people
dictating my life without my consent
We are slaves to a system
that we do not understand.

432 · Apr 2014

shouts into the void

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2014

shouts into the void

I don't pray anymore
The angels stopped listening
A long, long time ago.

432 · Apr 2016

Encompassing Dark

Georgia Marginson-Swart Apr 2016

Encompassing Dark

I arrived at the edges of myself
And here, at the end of all things
Admist the darkness and the drowning
Where the souls of my loved ones
Wept for the light they could not see
I leapt into the deep abyss
And surrendered myself to the shadow
That consumes all things
Like a rock into water, I sank
And the cold eclipsing emptiness
Unmade me, and rebirthed me
The weaves of time and space
Spinning me into a creature
That resented the chasm of dark
Yet could not escape it.

I am in my own personal hell
And I know that I am the only demon
Responsible for the rending of myself

#depression #dark #abyss #chasm

432 · Aug 2018

Universe driftwood

Georgia Marginson-Swart Aug 2018

Universe driftwood

I think about all the nights
The moon has held me in her mother’s glow
Sent whispered reliefs to me on the wind
And let me hear but for a moment, the gentle lull of the sea
I think about all the days
The sun has kissed away my sorrows with his warmth
Has burnt out everything dark within me and left no scars
I have felt his golden lips on my brow and knew it gilded a blessing into my skin
I know that the rocking of the world does not equate
To the slow circle I made inside of his arms
But if he is away courting the stars that fall to earth for him
Then I will at least allow myself this embrace
And hope that with the turning of the sky above me
So too will my heart fall away from his gravity
If it means I am a comet blazing eternal through space
So be it
At least when I burn
It will light the way only for me

429 · Feb 2014

Confessions from my heart of hearts

Georgia Marginson-Swart Feb 2014

Confessions from my heart of hearts

Hold on just a moment, dear. There's so much left to confess, and I digress, I do love you, but calm my love, we are naught but pebbles skimming across a surface before our short life and purpose is completed, and we do sink. I have recently seen, or rather, glanced briefly, at the innermost heart of hearts that lingers in every wandering soul, and I saw not comfort there, but black holes, consuming every dazzling star that got too close. So darling, I shall keep far away and remake myself without you and I should hope not to cut myself with your broken pieces. May the ocean carry you to a lost paradise of your own, where you shall both find and fix yourself. But I confess, I digress, my dear, I love you no less.

I once fell in love with a damaged boy
He found his paradise lost
(Without me)

429 · Dec 2014

Storm the rules

Georgia Marginson-Swart Dec 2014

Storm the rules

The rain falls hard and heavy against my window pane
A drumming beat that echoes in my mind
Each droplet is a heartbeat
Each clash of thunder, a scream
The heavens are awake and they are angry
Let the rains come
Let the flood drown this town
And sweep the corrupt from their homes
And rock the broken in their waves
Let the heavens open and the storm surge
Feel the drums, the power
We are angry
The world is angry
All power to the people.

428 · Mar 2014

my mind is a coffin

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2014

my mind is a coffin

I've got thoughts so dark
I bet even the devil
Would weep

428 · Feb 2016

what is poetry?

Georgia Marginson-Swart Feb 2016

what is poetry?

Is it still poetry if I put my hands to paper and words spill out?
Cascading like rivers with no due course
Is it still poetry if I don't know what I'm saying?
Only that the words forming in front of me are mine alone
Is it still poetry if I cry while I'm writing it?
Tears falling into the page and blooming new phrases, like spring flowers

Is it still poetry if the whole world sees me from the inside, out?
Is it still poetry if I lose myself writing it?
Is it still poetry if they cannot find me?

426 · Mar 2017

An unforgiving king

Georgia Marginson-Swart Mar 2017

An unforgiving king

Of all the beasts in hidden caves
With hearts to burn and hell to raise
You are the spark that sets the blaze
And I, a victim, unafraid.

Of monsters hoarding gold and fire
What have I done to earn your ire?
I am not guilty, you whisper liar
And thus command I build the pyre

You accuse betrayal, and I am aflame
But I will not cry or plead in vain
I know you beast, I see your pain
So I forgive you once again

When I am ash, you return home
To your kingdom under stone
Sorrow weighing on your bones
The price of fury is to remain alone.