Photos and poems. I never tire of them. Cheers Steve 🙂 Nightwalk. A poem. Stone beneath toes, wrinkled, yet timeless. Glistening darkness, an envelope for thoughts sublime or unkind. Theseus’ lifeline into the distance: a path to follow until the real maze begins. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, LonelyContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – Nightwalk”
All in an idea that surpasses every living, livid, longing, licentious breath that screams in ecstasy from the darkening depths of a soul long since condemned to a purgatory of your own making. If only you had read the signs. Your illiteracy and myopia have brought you down to size and from here everything elseContinue reading “New World. A poem.”
The dark encloses me It is bloated and vampiric, just fed And I am a foetal ball of fear Nested in a womb of my own making And from this poverty of light There is no escaping Perhaps there is a tunnel’s end That in my blindness I cannot see But until then The dark encloses me
Atmospheric periphery Horizon where oxygen thins Light and dark, yang and yin Moonlight shines upon the rim Skirting stars and floating things Reflects the place and state I’m in
I once found a pair of brand new sunglasses in an elevator. Rather than turn them in, I decided to keep them (terrible of me, I know).
They change the shape of my face when I wear them, almost making me a different person. When they’re on, I almost have a sense of increased confidence and lessened anxiety. Does that happen with you, too?
Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.)