I rise before the first blush of dawn Dappled sunlight like reedy fingers Touching the grey surrounds Blooming refulgent petals Apprehension in alpha and omega What fearsome beasts should rise On wings of measured determination Cunningly disguised and lividly forthright Trapped in sundered cogitation An hourglass of intimation curtailed Until sands cease to flow And all begins anew Continue reading Sands. A poem.
Justice in your palm How I bowed to thee You grabbed my life, threw it away Washed your hands of me Today I’m serving time Day and night in misery Until the shining light of truth Will one day set me free Continue reading Justice. A poem.
I lost myself in her smile A subtle maze in which I was held prisoner For nights and days Never to escape But even if I did I could not resist Her enigmatic charms And the need to be Recaptured by her bliss Continue reading The Maze. A poem.
The stone moved The bonds broken The body gone All their fears unspoken They trembled The light shined Son of Man arisen Sin forever broken Continue reading Risen. 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.
Man is the god of ruins And every day He builds them Lives in them Becomes them Ruins Continue reading Ruins. 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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.
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.
One momentWith youIs likeA lifetimeOf constantMysteries and surprisesAnd far too goodTo be true Continue reading Moment. 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.
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