Finish Me. A poem.
Take that knife, that blade so sharp Plunge it deep and end it all No, you’d rather tinker, play awhile Remove strips of flesh, one at a time Rather hear begging, screams, plaintive cries Rather grin at my pain, lick the blood that drains You have me where you want me, victimised, restrained You have stretched this out, to feast on my pain So finish me, just take my life And bring an end to all this strife Continue reading Finish Me. A poem.
Ruins. A poem.
Man is the god of ruins And every day He builds them Lives in them Becomes them Ruins Continue reading Ruins. A poem.
War for the Planet of the Apes. A movie review.
Let’s get this out of the way right now. War for the Planet of the Apes is one of the best movies this year. You should do yourself a favour and see it. Matt Reeves has directed an incredible movie … Continue reading War for the Planet of the Apes. A movie review.
Oil and Quicksand. A poem.
My dreams are oil and quicksand Darkest thoughts, you understand A heady brew, an unlikely mix Brought to life, a concrete fix Dragging me down where dead men float Tarred and feathered in the undertow Set me alight in fire and flame All the better consumed by pain Oil and quicksand in my head Hope sunk deep, my feet in lead Throw me a rope that I’ll ignore Through neglect, self-pity, forevermore Let me be forsaken and forgot Let my head go under, into the bog Disappear in peat without a trace Oil and quicksand, my resting place Continue reading Oil and Quicksand. A poem.
Comic Book Love Affair
I’ve been a huge fan of comics and graphic novels since I was a boy. My on-and-off again love affair with them over the years has depended on my available budget. Recently I got my son interested in the hobby, … Continue reading Comic Book Love Affair
On the Shelf. A haiku trilogy.
Lost Another friend lost Empty space upon the shelf Whispered remembrance Alone Walking in my sleep Dreaming alone as always Isolationist Reflections Friendship, charity? Mature reflections adrift Empty shelf beckons Friendships can be hard to find and to keep, especially as one grows older. If you’re an introvert it can make it even harder. It’s not easy to find someone you connect with and let it grow to a point where you can say you are ‘real’ friends, rather than acquaintances. I recently lost a good friend. Lots of reasons why: circumstances, distance, family commitments, time. I’m not really sure … Continue reading On the Shelf. A haiku trilogy.
Plundered. A poem.
Plundered heart Pillaged and torn Barbarous thoughts Have had their way Their longships Have left my shores And I am left Humiliated Ashamed Awaiting their return Continue reading Plundered. A poem.
Ignorance Is This. A poem.
I ignore her when she’s near Easier to build walls of insecurity Defences built on shyness and rejection fears So I talk to other women Because I do not care for them I pretend she isn’t there Why am I so unfair (to myself, to her) I wonder if she ever wonders why? Guess not, I’m just some other guy Who she connected with briefly Forgotten in the landscape of friends, work, uni Here I am: isolated, cold, stalled Wondering why I can’t talk to her at all Yet I hope and pray That she might love me one day Why do I … Continue reading Ignorance Is This. A poem.
Three Years Later…
So, here I am, three years after the most harrowing time of my life and everything is pretty much still the same. I’m not any closer to finding a real purpose. I still have no love in my life. I’m still socially isolated. I still have no idea what I’m doing (my prayers sound like they’re on constant replay). I still have nothing to look forward to. I still suffer from anxiety and depression (although I can walk around now without fear of the walls closing in, so that’s something), I still have no work opportunities, I’m still pretending to … Continue reading Three Years Later…
Pictures. A poem.
Pictures postedA lifetime in pixelsStolen by FacebookTumblr and InstagramSocial media vacuumsConsuming memoriesThat once were yoursCopywritten and storedLocked away foreverBy corporate greedWith no return Continue reading Pictures. A poem.
The Real News. A short tale.
Here’s a post I did for a recent uni course. The course is over so I can post it now. The idea was to take a news story and extrapolate what it was about. A man attacked a woman … Continue reading The Real News. A short tale.
Starving Man. A poem.
I am a starving manHungry for love and lifeIntentionally bulimicMy stomach groansReminder of my hunger strikeSurrounded by the feastConfounded by the choiceArms too weak to takeEyes too dim to seeLips parched and belly swollenThe starving man stumbles onHungry for love Continue reading Starving Man. A poem.
Moment. A poem.
One momentWith youIs likeA lifetimeOf constantMysteries and surprisesAnd far too goodTo be true Continue reading Moment. A poem.
Underground. A poem.
Bury my heartDeep undergroundBury my soulWhere it can't be foundBury my headFull of anxietyBury me wholeSo absolutelyAnd here in the dirtI will resideHere in the dirtWith worms at my sideTo eat up my heartAnd to eat up my soulTo consume me aliveAnd so achieve your goal Continue reading Underground. A poem.
Amongst the Ashes. A poem.
Some daysI want to open my wristsAnd let them breath in reverseTake the irony of my existencePaint it in the colourOf lonelinessEmptinessHopelessnessAnd watch it flowSlowlySurelySluggishlyDown the porcelain sinkThat holds all my pointless dreamsAnd wash them awayMaybe thenI'll find sweet reliefAmongst the ashes Choose life. Every time. Don't give in to suicide. Life is too precious to waste. Steve Continue reading Amongst the Ashes. A poem.
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