Siobhan Knox
Words and bodies in motion

Posts By: Siobhan


Anger Everything

By on December 20, 2013

This is a poem about anger This is a poem about my anger ….mine The anger that I have never truly been able to find, realise admit Give into Well thats exactly it. Because this is a poem about anger


By on December 20, 2013

Empty. This is empty. It stares back at you and it breathes the word ‘over’ over and over again until you can’t really think straight. Think straight think straight…is there even such a thing as thinking straight? Surely every thought

I Love the We in You

By on December 20, 2013

We opened up our relationship to the world we put it to the floor and on the floor was where we lay holding eachother close hair entangled bodies as one we nurtured our love and opened it up like a

Christmas Gets Bigger

By on December 5, 2013

Every year Christmas seems to grow bigger And I thought it was meant to be the other way round? As I grow taller and carefully mould my personality into it’s allotted human space Surely the Christmas trees should grow smaller


By on November 19, 2013

A heartbeat. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Two beats of hearts, ragged sobbing breathing and the weight of her, falling onto me, but not crushing me, because I can hold her strong this time like some kind of pillar, this time

Childhood Nothings and Everythings

By on October 19, 2013

You, earth glow around me. First time we met, we met in misunderstanding mutual distrust different friends and different dreams But what changed? Well, somewhere along the way things shifted. Some sort of veil was lifted The silent wall broke

Us and Them

By on September 19, 2012

I want to cry in front of you. I want to reach into your stomach and grab onto that uncomfortable awkwardness that’s grown inside you like a fungus and rip it out from the root… Inverting you – insideout explosion


By on September 19, 2011

Who owns my body? And you stare at me. And you stare at me. And you stare at me. And you stare at me. And you stare at me. And you stare at me. And you stare at me. And

When No One’s Looking

By on August 19, 2011

Girls just want to have fun…. You and I – corsets and jeans finding some sort of beauty in dark, dingy clubs I miss you. I miss our naivety. I miss our posturing because I think I saw through you

Falling into

By on June 19, 2011

Learn to read between the lies We’re filled up to the brim With billboards bright and neon lights that make the world so dim. Too dim to be a star, he lay on his floor and moaned to an airbrushed