I was lost in the desert And as the sweeping sands Surrounded me with the promise of death As my tongue swelled with my last parched breath I saw a vision before me An oasis in the swirling dust It seemed so far away, yet agonisingly just out of reach Of water and palms and hyacinths And I crawled on and on Because the promise Was all I needed To live Continue reading Oasis. A poem.
So well educated Diplomatic and erudite Yet true wisdom eludes The scholarly person Who spends every night alone Continue reading An Education. A poem.
How long until Self defeat and self immolation Become a habit? Maybe it’s time I tried on some new headwear Continue reading Headwear. A poem.
I want to hold your hand Just like The Beatles said But I’m shy, insecure And feeling down So I’m sure you’ll understand If I pass for now Continue reading Pass. A poem.
Almost three years ago, everything changed. I lost my family, my job, my reputation, my possessions, my whole world. Everything came crashing down and I took the one step I thought could solve it. I attempted to take my life. Carbon Monoxide poisoning was my weapon of choice. Poor research was my saviour. I saw my aged mother, tears streaming down my face, explaining what I’d done. I promised her I wouldn’t do it again. I saw a psychologist, who made me realise what an impact it would have had on my remaining family members, and especially my son. About … Continue reading Hate Life. Live Life.
A sad case of Mistaken identity Was it a phantom or you? I apologised The intention was true Not a misdirected ruse Doppelgänger Tombstone walking And so this life continues Continue reading Doppelgänger. A poem.
Trapped and chained By fear and insecurity An endless litany of self hate And grand delusion Enthroned on a bed of nails All laughter and tears Mingling in a mad chorus The hook On which their world Hangs Continue reading Hook. A poem.
I fell into the night Sleepless and forlorn Lost in consequences A tragedy of mourning Continue reading Sleepless. A poem
I am a paradox I am living irony Always the opposite of what I want The opposite of what I need An enigma lost Inside myself Continue reading Paradox. A poem.
I am promised eternal life But am I worthy? I have His grace And for this I am thankful But I still carry guilt For sins forgiven Something I Can’t forget or forgive And so I thank Him for His grace But I will carry this pain To my grave Continue reading Grave. A poem.
I built a wall Between the two A wall to separate The me and the you Bricks and mortar High as the clouds And when I was finished It stood tall and proud But even with a wall I could feel you there So I watched the wall With a longing stare Because I realised then It was my mistake To try to interfere With the path of fate But the wall was built And you drifted away And before I knew it It was far too late So next time you try To protect your heart Tear down the … Continue reading The Wall Between. A poem.
I have been nominated for the Real Neat Blog award by Alma at Bookish Endeavours. Thank you, Alma; I most graciously accept your nomination in the most pretentious and snooty way possible (I bow, like that guy on Sleepy Hollow. It was cancelled. Oh, I’m sorry everyone, too soon?). Being as unaccustomed to fame (and the lack of it) as I am, I have decided to post this award with my many (read: few) others, answer your delightful questions (in a pretentious and snooty way) and nominate several other worthy blogs. The rules are simple: two go in, only one … Continue reading Awards! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
Sorry is all I can say, but it’s not enough Ordinary words seem out of place, and no Remedy to everything you think and feel Remember I wasn’t always what you imagine me now to be Yell at me, from this guilt I won’t be freed Continue reading Sorry. A poem.
I watched TV Saw an interesting story A man with no arms and legs Overcoming every challenge Every adversity And I thought to myself In a moment of epiphany If he can do the things he does Without a fuss, without complaint Then surely I can rise above My own misbegotten woes I’m no saint I’m no fool But I’ve screwed up my life Worse than most do But time has come To follow the example Set by a man with no hands or feet Who walks tall without them And who lives life As it’s meant to be lived Continue reading The Example. A poem.
Mirror, mirror What do you see? Just a reflection Of who I could be Should I rise Or should I fall Could this reflection Be ignored Mirror, mirror Who am I here My imperfections Perfectly clear Have I lost my focus Have I lost my will Have I fixated on A bitter pill Mirror, mirror Save me tonight Let me see A perfect light Don’t let me waste away Inside my mind Let me see the good That lives inside Continue reading Mirror, Mirror. A poem.
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