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Dregs. A poem.

Laidback DM

I tried to get up But the black dog held me down Every movement was too hard Every thought a leaden weight Black dog growled And I submitted, giving up again The bed was my cage, my brain the lion tamer “Just who do you think you are?” he cried, cracking the whip again “This is who you’re meant to be,” I heard him through my pain And I lay there and wept, because some truths are hard to accept And the black dog lay upon me, a smile/a snarl on its lips “Today is not your day,” it said. … Continue reading Dregs. A poem.

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Defeat. A poem.

Laidback DM

My last vestige of hope Beaten from me with the crowbar Of fear and distaste in your eyes Each blow taking my breath Bloodying my mind and soul Making me less of a man Until there’s nothing left But anger at the injustice of it all The irony of lie and truth If I’d lied there would be no hurt but my own With the truth there is your pain and judgement which I bear But my conscience will go on I lost the war before it began So raise your club and beat me Again and again and again … Continue reading Defeat. A poem.

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House Sitting and the Musical Muse

Laidback DM

Next week I’ll be looking after my friends’ house as they go on an overseas cruise. They live in the centre of town near the beach (tough break, huh?). I was planning to use the time to read, blog, do uni assignments and play Xbox, but then I had a great idea. I have a heap of songs I’ve written over the past twelve months, and while I’m housesitting I’ll have the perfect opportunity to record them. If you have been following long, you’ll know I’ve managed to record one song in the past year, because I’m living out of … Continue reading House Sitting and the Musical Muse

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Tyre. A poem. 

Laidback DM

An average car tyre Covers thousands of miles Before it gets to the end of its time Rarely a smooth ride The tyre bumps and slides Goes round, then flattens and dies Some days I’m a tyre Just rolling through strife And always left wondering why And if I’m a tyre That explains why I’m tired Of going round and round all of my life Another experiment in meter, timing and rhyme. It’s based on limerick structure. I like to try different poetic forms. Free verse is cool, but sometimes I think I use it a lot because I’m a … Continue reading Tyre. A poem.