So many options. So many numbers, so many keys. A lifetime of choice compressed into one, mechanical drone call. Menus designed to send me on my way (but not in a good way, or a satisfied way, or a new way). Menus, like life, with far too many options. Continue reading Options. A poem.
Causal expectations and experience will say that I will just gain nothing from this long and tedious day. My movement winding down, corroded, insecure, scattered springs, nuts and bolts and thoughts abound, unsure. Who’s to say my automation is better than before? Let cogs and gears grind on and on as I cogitate some more. I was once wound so tightly that I thought I’d never slow, but now my springs are stretched and worn, so tired and overblown. Tick tock, cries the clock, round and round it goes, this clockwork man keeps winding down, all the way to zero. Continue reading Clockwork. A poem.
Perish the thought, along with all the others. My mind is a blank canvas for me to paint anew; for me to spray all my hopes and blues. Continue reading Perish The Thought. A poem.
Nights staring into gloom. A mirror to reason, reflecting all your fallibilities and failing sensibilities. All your new found confidence, blown away like mist, before winds of uncertainty. Your moon is waning tonight. You are a crescent shell, threatening to pitch headlong into the drifting, darkening tide. Best sleep, before you persuade yourself otherwise. As you slowly sink, the ever-present gloom drinks up your half empty cup, all your remaining light, and leaves you bathed in Nights. Continue reading Nights. A poem.
Shut me down, flip that switch. Turn out my lights and hear me Breathe my final maudlin death rattle. You have such a way with words, you kill me every time. Every. Time. Continue reading Flip That Switch. A poem.
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.
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.
Would that all these angry thoughts could energise me to action, rather than distraction. These angry thoughts, hiding fears and tears Everlasting. Continue reading Angry Thoughts. A poem.
I wander down life’s corridor. Testing doors: I open, close. But through this hall I walk alone, the only path I’ve ever known. “Save my soul,” I cry tonight. Take my hand, hold me tight, help me find the door that’s right. Kill this pain and bring me back to life. Continue reading Corridor. A poem.
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.
Stick to the path Safer there? Than thickets and brush Hidden from prying eyes That seek to Rend and blind Seek the safer path that winds on Lingering like dawn’s afterglow The safer path? Continue reading Safer Path? A poem.
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.
Bury those thoughts of love They are not for you She is blind to you Not even hallucination Or an oasis mirage You are the poltergeist Invisible in the room Ever-present and in pain Locked into an endless cycle Of feeble-mindedness And lonely, wanton disdain So stop your wishing Stop your dreaming Curl yourself up in a foetal ball And lose yourself in dank despair Let the black dog by your side Drag you down into the oily darkness Grinning as he does His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart Bury those thoughts of love Because she is not … Continue reading Thoughts of Love. A poem.
How I wish to see the light No matter how much it hurts and blinds My eyes, so used to darkness here To anxious crowds and bloody sights Wave a torch, a beacon shining Like a firefly that flutters in the night Something I can reach, to aspire Before the final round of this fight When the canvass finally catches me Punch drunk and exhausted Let me see that final light And know that it was worth it Continue reading See the Light. A poem.
Here I am again. Back on the conveyor, darkness seeping to my core. I tried to get off but just wasn’t up to it. I float through the day, lost in motion that takes me no where. The conveyor clicks and clanks and rolls and on I flow. When I’m down like this I find it hard to break out. Hard to raise my head and look for a way. Hard to find a reason why I should. Hard to find a reason to go on. Everything is too difficult. Too pointless. But I don’t give up on life. I’ve … Continue reading Conveyor Belt
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