What is this morbid fascination I have with the prospect of my own uncertain and certain demise? It reeks of gentle desperation, a perfidious need to know the outcome of a life lived in unconscious and conscious vigilance. No hangman’s … Continue reading This Morbid Fascination. A poem.
The thinking mind is such a pain. But wondering isn’t much to gain, and wandering round in there, you see, gets one lost in pointless reverie. I want to arrest those layabout thoughts loitering on my old street corners, take … Continue reading Spring Clean. A poem.
When all the lonely drifters are sleeping … Continue reading Drifter. A poem.
Why do you still plague me, so? To inhabit me like a parasite, gouging out my pale insides? Churning up my hopeless dreams like milk into aromatic cheese, to accompany sides and crackers, all the pieces left of me. I … Continue reading Plague. A poem.
Longing Longing for the one Who will make every sunrise Better than the last What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Longing. A haiku.
The wash of highlights on your face illuminates more than worry in your eyes. The antecedent calls you back to an enigma, cold-cast in lies, a veil that gently mocks and knocks upon an antiquated door, whose wood-rotted timbers hide … Continue reading The Risk. A poem.
I left myself in such a mess, recovery mode and nothing less. Drowned my sorrows in emptiness, succumbed to my own thoughtlessness. But now I see the road ahead. You light my way to more than this. I guess this … Continue reading Nothing Less. A poem.
Lying here Thinking Thinking Counting … Continue reading Sleeptalking. A poem.
Winter wanted one last bite of the red, red cherry, and so it returned with steely vengeance, to strike with icy blades that shimmied through my skin and took root within my veins. The frost dusting the lawn was a … Continue reading The Winter of Our World. A poem.
I shrink before your bitter ire that holds me in its angry grip. Where gentle touch consumed me, prior, now smothers this apprenticeship. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at … Continue reading Grip. A poem.
I like to write poems. I like to take photographs. Sometimes I take photos of things. Here’s one, with an accompanying poem. I don’t normally write poems about things, but for my photos I can make an exception. Cheers Steve … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Things #3
Head down Black entrails entwined Around my throat Choking the life And whispering Sweet nothings Of mindless contempt The residue of years Of churning anger The spittle of malice And undisputed loathing Clawing its way Up from within Until it’s … Continue reading Sweet Nothings. A poem.
One Foot In Front Of the other Every day Step Forward Trying Not To step back Every day I Move A Little Further Forward Every day I move a little further To where I need to be One Step Closer … Continue reading Step. A poem.
The Promise Holistic vision: a promise swaddled in truth. Future redemption. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from … Continue reading Haiku Friday: The Promise. A haiku.
My aching thoughts and fretful angst that often lead astray, that wander in the ceding light, whose shadows form my way. The consequences of my time, misled misgivings here, they form a crazy, tangled skein, the symptoms of my fears. … Continue reading Shadow Tales. A poem.
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