How blameless you are, forever blaming others— mirror without truth. For more Poetry, click here. 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 … Continue reading Blameless. A haiku.
So. So so so. So, a lot of people seem to have an issue with uncertainty. About where they are headed, about the meaning of life. You know. The big questions. I’m one of those. Sometimes. So. So, I know … Continue reading So. A stream of consciousness 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 … Continue reading Briars and Thorns. A poem.
It’s so easy to wave And then slide below And let the tide take me Wherever we’ll go Waving not drowning Just a puppet on show Drowning not waving Behind a curtain of woe For more Poetry, click here. For … Continue reading Drowning Not Waving. A poem.
You long for purpose, Searching far for fulfilment, When it’s right here, now. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Here. A haiku.
I took the blame For it was my lot To stumble and toil And make my weary way Back to life From whence I was cast Aside But blame should be Apportioned Fairly and to each For blame lies not … Continue reading Blame. A poem.
A tendency to exaggerate. Variable and inconsistent, A migratory bird, unaware Which hemisphere is up Or what time of year it is. A mountain and a molehill, Keynotes of your dependency. Furtive and insecure And longing for approval; All wayward … Continue reading Murder of Crows. A poem.
These metaphors, So sorely overused, Are now circumspect And reeking of apathy. I long to find Such cunning words That would spin Symphonies of ardency. This paramour, In evidence alone, Has proven they Can break your heart so many times, … Continue reading Paramour. A poem.
I reach And yet Everything Is so Far away Unknowable My fingertips Brush The surface Of something I cannot Grasp No matter How hard I try But that Won’t stop Me from Persevering Because Practice Makes Perfect For more Poetry, … Continue reading Practice Makes Perfect. A poem.
I stopped to think and thought Perhaps I shouldn’t do so Perhaps I should just stand and rise Above all the crap I’m floating in All the muck and detritus I’ve let gather around me All these years and tears … Continue reading Switch. A poem.
Your fragile ego, shattered in many pieces. Can it be remade? For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print … Continue reading Shattered. A haiku.
The wait is over And although you were active All along Spewing literary concerns Like jaded opinions And late afternoon enfilades The time has come For release From this future tense To revel in the irony That what kept you … Continue reading The Wait is Over. A poem.
Attitudes entrenched by years of disbelief, tears and fears. Shaken, abused and confused; broken, taken and refused, again and again, until there’s nothing left but regret and emptiness. An anger that shakes these foundations of resentment, these skyscrapers of doubt. … Continue reading The Whole Shebang. A poem.
Saw you again the other day, ring on finger, centre stage. I smiled, a little whimsically, through sad and bitter memories. I looked back amongst the bric-a-brac, how we laughed and walked, and fought like that. And played and talked … Continue reading Centre Stage. A poem.
Brown, blood-streaked breadcrumb entree Built to serve Consistently It roils and rocks In the mouth, awash Then on it floats Sea of acid wash A meal of kings A grand entry Ignominious exit Consistency Brown, blood-streaked A warning bell To … Continue reading Steak Sandwich. A poem.
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