Isla-Grace Davies

United Kingdom

My name is Isla and I always try to do the write thing.

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THE FLOOD / THE FIRE / THE FRIGHT

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Sweetheart, we’re drowning, we’re shrouded in blue,
Hands frozen, forever, in prayer,
Love, we’ve taken the leap,
We’re deep in it now,
Just tell me you won’t come for air.

Sweetheart, we’re burning, we’re wading through fire,
Hands charred for the end of all days,
Love, we’ve swallowed the matchsticks,
Our throats are in flames,
Just tell me you’ll stay in the blaze.

Sweetheart, be quiet, i don’t understand,
Hands quaking, clammy and rude
Love, the worst of it’s over, ...

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about 2 months ago

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the first poem of a new bedroom

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A realisation, weak as the sneaking sun,
As the clock ticks from twelve to one,
Our Sameday starts as the last one’s done
And all of our moments are gone.
Our pixels are nice, but could never compare
To us back in the place we belong
We laugh and we cry our way through a nightmare;
Each echo that this is all wrong.
I’m dreaming of soon, though I don’t know how
When this seems like it’s all the new...

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about 2 months ago

Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Counting Sheep, Losing Sleep

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We see the world we yearn to see,
With eyes that grow and glimmer,
We dream a lie to put us to sleep,
And smile as our ceilings grow dimmer.
We shatter hearts just to watch a smile
Eclipse the blue-pooled sky of a face,
We jostle an elbow to pull up a chair
And won’t admit that we feel out of place.

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about 2 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Digitality on a Technicality

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Who are we to scoff at Fools?
Deluded, snarling, breaking rules.
Snow queens, set to underwhelm,
sit frozen in this blue-lit realm.
Fingers draped in strong, gold belts,
(To cover up the zits and welts).
Countdown to those out of reach;
Sweet entrails cling to pits of peach.
They need to see it: friend or neighbour.
Photocopy, echo chamber.
Send. Refresh. We’re living here.
Eyes are vacant (or so I hear).
So share a tonin, or two, or ten,
To...

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3 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

After Riding in a Car to the Hospital for the First Time in Three Months

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Oh, to live through another, I think, 
As my stomach splits at the seams,
To look at the green with potato-peeled eyes,
To sleep outside of my dreams.

To imagine a new beginning and end,
To press self-destruct, to wilt,
To once or twice, I'll close my eyes
and be absolved of guilt.

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3 months ago

Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Falling is Futile

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Is it a poem you wanted?
Was that what would make it concrete?
Or would you rather stay a jumble
in my criss-crossed, dark mode street?

Malleable minutes, stagnant,
Your most hated. Poison, perhaps.
Carnivorous, crawling eviction,
I'm stuck, and raking for scraps.

Hurtling t'wards prose, perfection,
You've hijacked my music and mind.
Empathy without entropy
is falling is futile
is people, no concept of kind.

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3 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

The Waiting Game

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A strangling pressure pushed up from my stomach, enveloped my heart, and gradually forced its way out of my throat in the form of a nervous puff of air. I watched the cloudy evidence of it linger in the staleness of the orange lamp for a couple of seconds before it vanished, quickly, quietly. 
It seemed that you were a curl of breath in the air as well. I knew you were as elegant and elusive as one. I imagined...

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7 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

The Waiting Game

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A strangling pressure pushed up from my stomach, enveloped my heart, and gradually forced its way out of my throat in the form of a nervous puff of air. I watched the cloudy evidence of it linger in the staleness of the orange lamp for a couple of seconds before it vanished, quickly, quietly. 
It seemed that you were a curl of breath in the air as well. I knew you were as elegant and elusive as one. I imagined...

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7 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Final Hour

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When I was seven, Mum and Dad took us on holiday to a beach in Spain. This made no sense to me because there was a beach at home and the only differences it had with Spain were the pigmentation of the water and the language everyone spoke. It wasn’t even that warm, which annoyed Mum to no end because she said she only booked the holiday so she could get a tan and show off to Mrs Robins down...

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7 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

The Waiting Game

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A strangling pressure pushed up from my stomach, enveloped my heart, and gradually forced its way out of my throat in the form of a nervous puff of air. I watched the cloudy evidence of it linger in the staleness of the orange lamp for a couple of seconds before it vanished, quickly, quietly. 
It seemed that you were a curl of breath in the air as well. I knew you were as elegant and elusive as one. I imagined...

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7 months ago