Not the same, not the way it was before, even though it was nothing less and nothing more, it’s not the same. Just a shame it’s not like it was before, even though it could never be, of that I’m … Continue reading The Difference. 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 … Continue reading Punch Drunk. A poem.
For far too long have I been bereft, a lonely thing, dragged and left, taken down to quench my thirst, to bitter shoals to do their worst. No sails upon this mast of mine to catch the winds of better … Continue reading Mermaid. A poem.
The Path Thank me when the night journeys into day and the path is lit again. 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 … Continue reading Haiku Friday: The Path. A haiku.
Why do you care if I feel more pain than you? Your subtle glance in half-light, barely aware of my passing shadow. How far will your hurt take you back again to rile so hypocritically against the burgeoning gates? I … Continue reading Return to Form. A poem.
Aimless wanderer, where do you wander and what do you see? Helpless and circumspect, lost betwixt light and night. Aimless wanderer What do you wonder In times like these? Empty and argumentative, found betwixt might and right. Aimless wanderer, wander … Continue reading Aimless Wanderer. A poem.
I’m so sorry that I left you to face the world alone. I’m so sorry for the things I said and did, I will atone. I’m so sorry I can’t help you now, in your time of need. I’m so … Continue reading Apology. A poem.
It’s almost surreal when your back’s against the wall, your toes upon the razor’s edge, one slip and then you fall. It’s the strangest feeling when all the good you’ve done is dismissed as mere circumstance, and everything undone. It’s … Continue reading An Elegy. A poem.
I long for the sea, to feel the bright whispers of the surf and salt between my toes, the sand crumbling beneath my feet. I long to float in her, to move my restless shell along her graceful curves, to … Continue reading Sea of Love. A poem.
I stand before the hole that wouldst be my grave. Where sullen earth and tepid worms do cry and call to me, my ample soul. This grave I’ve dug to fit my fettered frame, denuded in the wintry night to … Continue reading Grave. A poem.
Unsatisfied An endless task is finding a perfect fit for the unsatisfied. 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 … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Unsatisfied. A haiku.
I shivered in the cold snap, persevering until I found the warmth I’d been missing in the safety of your lap. I drank from your lips, an oasis to placate my needs, to fuel these desires with every sip. The … Continue reading In the Oasis. A poem.
I No Longer Wander Alone Now You’ve Joined Me In … Continue reading Wilderness. A poem.
I thought the flow of tears would end, the self-hate, internal rage would mend. I thought my path was bright and clear, a new and ever-present destiny. I thought a kiss would heal my mind, exorcise the demons stored through … Continue reading Thoughts. A poem.
Whence does this darkness dwell? This foetid blight that weighs down consciousness and soul. The ebon pool that hampers thought and confounds me to my core, that pounds upon my limpid door until my head is filled to burst with … Continue reading The Pool. A poem.
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