Category: Poetry

Love, Poetry, Writing28 Comments

Window. A poem.

Laidback DM

She’s seated before a window, sun highlighting shiny diamonds in her hair.  Her fingers are flamingoes on her smart phone, a wily dance sped up to double speed, of muscle memory and familiar keys.  Lips as full as pillows that I long to cushion with my own, and the dress she wears hugs contours of which I am so painfully aware. Her eyes escape to velvet shores and silken sheets upon the beach, and I must look away too soon, lest she see me here. Scant feet separate us and small talk fills the space between, all luscious notes and … Continue reading Window. A poem.

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Superhot. A poem.

Laidback DM

My iPhone is an older model…by a lot. The outside’s looking dated and she’s slower than she was. I’m thinking of trading up, because the new model is superhot. Was a time when I couldn’t take my hands off her, when my fingers traced her delicate contours. She was at my beck and call. Some kind of mystical allure, of that you can be sure. But lately she seems a little…old hat. Dressed her up in fine new clothes and that seemed to work a bit, but the magic, my friend, is long, long gone. Now, this is all I’m left … Continue reading Superhot. A poem.

Mental Health, Poetry, Writing2 Comments

The Flame. A poem.

Laidback DM

The flame burns like phosphor, ignited and soaring by degrees: The passion, the anger (and the shame). The flame, super luminal intensity, burns me up, turns me ashen. (For how long will I shine before the all too brief spark burns low and fades? How long before the darkness encroaches again?) The flame wakes me from listlessness, brings me to back to life, again and again. Light me up, turn me on, and never fade away. Continue reading The Flame. A poem.

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Acquiesce. A poem.

Laidback DM

Acquiesce to the night’s probing fingers, an invitation            given without                        betrayal. Shake and stutter in these jealous hills and vales. Writhe in a cave             of dream-inspired                        torment, until dawn awakes the feeble sleeper and time restarts;            a clock has no                       end. Continue reading Acquiesce. A poem.

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Train Wreck. A poem.

Laidback DM

(I lay awake.) I’ve been hit by a train, and my mental innards lay strewn over miles of track. Don’t think of her, because that way lies endless insomniac hours, of wondering how and why she’s run me down again; ploughing into my station, the end of the line. I am a train wreck, crushed and bent, overwrought and steaming. A less than urban tragedy, built on years of trauma and recovery, and a long time need: to be loved and freed from these rails. Continue reading Train Wreck. A poem.

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The Optimist’s Trial. A poem.

Laidback DM

There once was an optimist Who tripped, fell Lost his wife Respectability His whole life For some reason lost his optimism as well He picked himself up Dusted himself off Set about finding a new life But it wasn’t easy So much was tied up In his head and heart It wasn’t easy to forget the strife Three years later And the optimist returned In drabs and dribs A piece at a time A patchwork quilt Of emotion and anxiety There once was an optimist Who got up, looked around For a wife Respectability And a life Dim as a … Continue reading The Optimist’s Trial. A poem.

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Nothing Further. A poem.

Laidback DM

I don’t hate you Nothing could be further from the truth Just because I don’t smile when I look at you Or avert my eyes as I catch yours Just because I get tongue-tied when you’re near And I avoid you whenever and wherever I can Or talk to others about you rather than directly to you I don’t hate you Nothing could be further from the truth The prospect of losing you Is my greatest fear And I am the greatest fool Because eventually I will Continue reading Nothing Further. A poem.

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(No) Compass. A poem.

Laidback DM

I thought I was                     free of anger But it rages there! inside! Everyday Over every             little                     betrayal Surrounded by tears That lurk just behind the veil Release me from hurt And leave me                      be For I have lost                      myself And have no                      compass  to find my … Continue reading (No) Compass. A poem.

Poetry, Writing11 Comments

Enthroned. A poem (and a dedication).

Laidback DM

Enthroned Commissioned at the hearth Creation at both ends Poetry of motions Movements and quotients Seated and relieved The uncanny mind projects And words flow on Moreso than the waterfall Or waste disposal Until the final act is done And the seeds of doubt Are flushed Begone! . You may not have guessed (or maybe you did), but this light-hearted poem is about me writing poems on the loo (oooh, how fourth wall of me). A most productive time that I would be remiss not to write about. It’s dedicated to Victo Dolore, a doctor/writer who has an amazing blog … Continue reading Enthroned. A poem (and a dedication).