Poems from Auora Faustini
Female. Mixed raced. Lived in 5 different countries.
Not British. Not American. Do not live in America, live in London. My profile keeps saying American Poet even if I have tried to change it.
I just want constructive feedback on the things I write.
I’m tired and numb.
Drained and gloomy.
Down and unfriendly.
'How are you?'... They ask -
'I don’t fucking know'... I think.
I feel...
Valentine day has become over rated!
It has become a day to show off.
The meaning has been lost,
under a pile of commercial stuff.
...
(Written between the ages of eight & twelve.
Then Edited as an adult.)
It is a day for love.
A day for fun, a day for chocolate, ...
I’ve had four to six hours of sleep,
in a span of forty eight.
I’m running on two.
I’m running on three.
One moment I’m high,
the next...
(Dashes equal a beat)
I’m terrified, I’m the bad person.
I’m just too damaged -
You’re mad, a piece of trash, a third wheel -
words driving...