Biography of Melanie Fairhurst
I started writing a few years ago as a way to try understand my feelings, I discovered that I had a talent and now I'm trying to get my writting out there.
Melanie Fairhurst's Works:
None. But trying!
Melanie Fairhurst Poems
A sprite of a girl bounds through the garden, laughing and squealing with happiness. The beauty of it all bubbles in your throat and your smile brightens the air,
I Remember The Last Words
I remember the last words you ever said to me, to any one You said it was alright, I didn’t need to help you You would do it yourself. You said this with such kindness
Your death will inspire a thousand more. The flames of your funeral pyre will ignite those of your fallen comrades.
The stars are millions of pins in a black velvet pincushion.
Will you laugh at my dirty jokes? Will you appreciate my masculine shoes? Will you watch sport with me? Will you scream at the referee with me?
I Look To You
The sun has hardly moved since I last saw you and already I feel as though a little piece of my heart has been lost to me with every minute that passes. I feel as though I am sitting in a dark bubble, which only you are able to lighten.
Red The Colour Of
the water from the shower is freezing, stopping the blood in my veins it won't do. i turn it to scalding to get the blood coursing along my body, perfect.
My weakness is written in my skin, it runs through my body with my blood, attacking my being.
My country was one of hatred, isolation and division. Division by colour, division by language and division by beliefs. My country was one of violence, unfairness and cruelty.
For Your Children
We live in a world of abuse. Substance abuse, Physical abuse, Mental abuse,
wind tearing at the corners of the sounds. the pop and crackle of a fire. the earthy, homely and good smell of the land. the orderly rows of trees.
In This Moment
The loud music with the heavy beat pulsates over our heads All the people around us are shouting, trying in vain to be heard The sound of laughter is the one sound audible above the music. But I am oblivious to all this; all I hear is you whispering in my ear.
Amber Light Memories
guttering of the candle, the slightest warmth tickling my skin. Half shadow half amber light memories. shudder of flowing water nothing sound of my breathing
A Door Opens
Doing what I want to do, it's something else. unrest, shuffle,
A Piece Of Me
I miss you
I feel as though a part of me is missing
and it is
because you carry a piece of me with you
even though both of us wish you didn't.
I'll live this way,
it won't kill me.
But sometimes I would rather die.