It builds, it shudders Creeping its way up From gut and soul Slicing through proximities Of weariness and ennui Now Surging up so easily No Marathon or Thermopylae Stretching wings of fearsome resolve And filling our worlds With promiscuous promise. I laugh with you Like no other. For more Poetry, click here. For more ofContinue reading “Laugh. A poem.”
All these briars and thorns— Sticking and slicing, Pricking and enticing— Patterning my body And reflecting my somber discontent. Marking a trail upon this empty flesh— A patina of scar tissue, A fleshy, vertiginous map— To guide me like a lost, Angst-filled, wayward child. Back from the emptiness Of my long congealing heart. For moreContinue reading “Briars and Thorns. A poem.”
A fleeting shape upon canvass A chiaroscuro background Running yet standing still Defying all expectations Of pointed rationality I will always run To and from Always Run For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. ClickContinue reading “Run. A poem.”
The enfilade is over And bodies lie strewn Across the battlefield Like broken bottles Leaking last regrets You have cut me down Your machine gun wit And explosive rejoinders Creating a no man’s land Where I lie fractured. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and TheContinue reading “Enfilade. A poem.”
She was a rose in thorns abound, As cliched, it seems, as that may sound, Who grew from seeds of bitterness And contempt for those she kept around. She mastered the art of formless thought, Of tactless speech and schisms sought, And tended her garden without regard For all the pain and hurt she brought.Continue reading “The Rose Garden. A poem.”
The divide that’s grown between has widened over time— the subtle, well-toiled furrow, now a rift, of deep decline. When did this passionate divide become more like a gulf? And when did our discussions become a chore, less worthy of? No enmity in this regret, just bitter disappointment. The trials and travails, it seems, oneContinue reading “The Divide. A poem.”
Of this lingering half-life, only the iceberg tip exposed. Beware what lies beneath: cut glass, mirrored edges and radical toxicity. Splinters and elements better left submerged; its palpitating heart, decaying in the half-light. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most online book sellers inContinue reading “Half-Life/Half-Light. poem.”
You who remain absent Don’t celebrate your hypocrisy Sliding on a sheen of contrariness Recognise the source of their upheaval You think time will make a fool of all But it seems your veneer is wearing thin And justice awaits your feeble excuses To grasp what lies within This poem is for all the abusersContinue reading “Absent. A poem.”
And as I slowly died inside within the canny matrices of my mind, I came to understand it all everything I’d ever been done and seen, as if every strand was a flower bud opening for the first time. And as the tears flowed and doused the floor my sins like wine, an overturned washContinue reading “Died Inside. A poem.”
My hurt My tears My pain AreContinue reading “Surburbia. A poem.”
I’m just a stump By the road You took your axe And cut me Down to size Left me here Just a stump With not much To reflect on But passing traffic Erstwhile glances Just a stump Worn and threadbare Just a stump Cut down in my prime Admire your handiwork As you pass StumpContinue reading “Stump. A poem.”
Dream in a state of Continue reading “Disconnected. A poem.”
I can feel the jagged terrain of your knuckles on my face, the force of mountain slides delivered on winds of fury and ever-reckless contempt. Should I return the favour or turn the other cheek, as my saviour recommends? I’ll go down this time with measured complacency, keeping my fumes interned. Because, after all: what’sContinue reading “Punch Drunk. A poem.”
You are the prowling shark loitering in choppy waters waiting on a hint of blood to fuel your hungry needs. You sniff and search for snippets to exploit, building trust with deception to cover your misdeeds. You are a betrayer of trust, a parasitic worm, embedded in my flesh, consuming heart and soul. How manyContinue reading “Backstab. A poem.”
When the bone wails in time to my beating, breaking heart, and the blood curdles along with my myopic tears. I will reach for thee and mark my emboldened flesh in your honour. I will scour my skin indelicately so that I might feel again, so that I might wallow in my weariness and paintContinue reading “Cut. A poem.”
Judas. A haiku trilogy. 1. Judas Please, don’t put your faith in a Judas such as he. He will always fail. 2. Wanting He betrays himself in every scattered thought and comes up wanting. 3. Better Better to find one who will love you as they should, and not as he would.
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 haveContinue reading “Finish Me. 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 preciousContinue reading “Amongst the Ashes. A poem.”
Hole Depression returns Bottomless hole inside you Who will fill it in Stay Anxiety strikes Enemy insurgency I’ll stay home today Tears Unending clown tears Laugh and cry until daybreak Carnival sadness
A picture of togetherness Written in elemental script Captured then in time serene A picture that made sense, it seemed Once upon eternity Before the poison settled in A picture of two frozen smiles But what in truth do they relay When hollow eyes betray the scene A picture of faded sepia Now all bitternessContinue reading “Picture. A poem.”
There are rabbits in my back yard Each day they rise to greet the light With eager noses, seek daily bread While the alpha, tall and bright Watches oh, so protectively Together, the family eats again I had a family once like them It now feels like so long ago I loved them so, myContinue reading “Family Lost. A poem.”
I am promised eternal life But am I worthy? I have His grace And for this I am thankful But I still carry guilt For sins forgiven Something I Can’t forget or forgive And so I thank Him for His grace But I will carry this pain To my grave
Today, I tore my calf muscle. For those of you not familiar with the calf muscles, they are not part of a cow, but located on the back of your lower leg. They are important for balance, walking, running and generally being human. When you tear your calf muscle it normally happens high up on the back ofContinue reading “Not Without My Calf! A true story of cows, muscle fibres and underinflated ego.”
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that.
Lost in the crowd, familiar face from a past long forgotten… I write poems about me and stuff that affects me. That’s just what I do.
My head hurts. As always.
If I drank, I could blame it on something.
Alas, the blame is all me.
Yep. Like I said, last poem. Depression is a pain in the…
Your words are poison Entering my ears, seeping to my brain Flowing through arteries, capillaries and veins To my torso, arms and legs and beyond Sapping my strength, dropping me to my knees Feeding my ever-present pain, drawing forth tears That return your bitter poison to the earth beneath my feet Another dark poem. Some day I’ll write a happy one. Just notContinue reading “Poison. A poem.”
I’m not sure how some of my poems come to mind, or why they are all so dark.
Oh, yes, I do. It’s because I’m a depressed and anguished soul. Well, that was easy. Next question?
I am a poor player With little left to show For the game of life I’ve played One arm behind my back, restrained Here’s a very short poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Not sure why I didn’t publish it then. Had other stuff on my mind, I guess.