Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  there's something very interesting tantalising beyong reach regardless of the universality of starting a conversation beginning with mistaken identity

  art is a dynamic field hard surfaces a wounded animal drying blood printed on cracked glass under light slow breath reflections behind my ear a daisy im going crazy  for a hug my phone arrived with a broken screen to let the light tinker inside your shell  where the snail is born the sea protects me from the beying wolves inside the quiet inside the noise

  trigger warnings for the white middle class while a genocide of first nations people continues unabaited xx

 poetry in the age of technetheism requiring us to have an identity recollecting an adolescent poem after seeing a sculpture exhibition: it takes a nimble wit to keep dry in the rain not as easy as you think to utter the obvious or plain Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  liberating freestyle poetry from text somewhat like bad boy bubby there are things ive heard i wish i hadnt a deep trauma that rattles echoing periodically inside my being like demonic possession with no cure but easing via catharsis how can i trigger warn before speaking from the unconscious where from breath errupts whether loudly or soft? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  relativism & language creep + pc = genocide