Spin. A poem.
I’m spinning in a vacuum, lost in zero-gee. Point and counterpoint, continually rolling free. I try to gain a foothold, but my world’s a churning sea. Spinning in this vacuum, until I hear from thee. Continue reading Spin. A poem.
Tag: Mental Health
Corners. A poem.
I’m driving home, too fast, as always, around curves on too narrow roads. My headlights pierce the darkness, painting the surrounding trees in lily white. Each trunk beckons lovingly, a world-stopping kiss and a permanent embrace. I am so tempted by each offer lying just beyond the guard rail, in wood and leaves and twisted metal. My wheels squeal on each corner as I ponder fate, as I always will and always won’t. Continue reading Corners. A poem.
Reveal. A poem.
My smile is always tinged with sadness and regret, because even all this love I have can’t change what’s done and said. I’ll reveal to you my everything, be the oracle of my shame, Entrust you with my deepest hurt … Continue reading Reveal. A poem.
Crowd Pleasers. A poem.
We all, a crescendo of broken hearts, slivered by degrees, like fractured performance art, played out in front of voyeuristic crowds for residual affirmation and a single denarius. Come join me in the circus round so that we may hug … Continue reading Crowd Pleasers. A poem.
Haiku Friday. ‘Sands’. A haiku trilogy.
Sands. A haiku trilogy. 1. Beachhead Beachhead: we arrive. They abscond over the dune sea, we soon give chase. 2. Flight The flight of the few. Seeking life beyond the dust, they long to escape. 3. Lost The sand shifts … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Sands’. A haiku trilogy.
WRYT. poem.
What are you thinking? A pen and pad displayed When the mind is set ablaze With notions of notoriety. All literal conventions will pale into non-consideration: a parley of truth and lie. What are you thinking? All this concordant bliss has left you here amiss, wandering through tattered halls in a mall without end, hankering for a bargain to make you more complete. What are you thinking? What distortions do you receive A bright and puissant reprieve from all the empty googling that makes up your days and leaves you none the wiser. And poorer, much more so. What. Are. … Continue reading WRYT. poem.
Fell on fell days. A poem.
Fell on fell days. Coaxed anxiously from the storm that rages mutually in this misconceiving heart. Fell days, fallen, overtaken, redistributed, emotions cascading like misdirected energy streams through angst-filled fibres. Fell days, in here, somewhere. No return? No matter, better … Continue reading Fell on fell days. A poem.
Paradox. A poem.
I am me and me is the quantum of you and me and you and I %$&# HATE This World Earth Terra Planet People Society Civilisation Virtuality So Much. BUT I was me but I’m not sure who I am now maybe I’m not who I think I am %$&# LOVE This my World your World their World our World whose World no World So Much. Continue reading Paradox. A poem.
Machiavelli. A poem.
You are my Machiavelli, tug my strings until I scream. Your ceaseless manipulations keep me dancing to your whims. While I smile and play along as I always will, it seems, be my lonesome Machiavelli and spend some time with me. Continue reading Machiavelli. A poem.
Abraxas. A poem.
Abraxas, find me sullen and scathed. Take thy mighty vengeance and bury my soul with all the rest, deep below whence it won’t be found. And bellow my name from your golden walls, cast my pain in chromium steel upon … Continue reading Abraxas. A poem.
Pain. A poem.
Pain is my best friend. He lurks in fibre and ligament, playing hide and seek amongst time-worn bones and weary blood. He enters my thoughts and hopscotches through my brain, tugging on discontent and dreams better left alone. He wanders through my cells, arteries, and veins, grasping at the walls of my heart in a gentle bear hug of regret. He is the one friend who will never leave. Eventually, he will set the table and dine upon the last of me. My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most … Continue reading Pain. A poem.
Cel. A poem.
Each day in this cell passes like a film cel, a moment captured in acetate, rinsed and repeated, on perpetual loop. The subtle changes in aspect of each textured frame, a motion blur of constituent parts, every event a cinch mark. If only we could edit our dailies, to make sense of the narrative, to remove the chaff that haunts like a dime-store critic in the background of every shot. The emulsion soon grows thin, the script is pure melodrama and the cues are overly-theatrical. It can’t be saved in post-production. This life, winding in 35mm, fed through perfs before … Continue reading Cel. A poem.
Finish Line. A poem.
Down again, in November showers that wash the sin from my crown. Out walking my black dog in the rain, skirting hills and wither deep. Just another day in here, Under my skin Under the hood Where the engine strains and groans as it drags my weary chassis to the finish line. Where I’m content to lose again, to choose again. And choose life this time. Even with its witless overtures and empty virtue, it holds the one thing that burns like fire and wakes me from my bitter sleep. Continue reading Finish Line. A poem.
All Because Of You. A poem.
That overbearing, all pervasive dark matter, the swollen river that floods my heart and breaks my banks, chokes my throat and pierces my brain stem, that sticks it’s bamboo needles under mental fingernails, creates tattered meat from perilous fortune, twists my will until my spine shatters like crystal and leaves me a pointless fool. All because of you. Continue reading All Because Of You. A poem.
Haiku Friday. ‘Lost Muse’. A haiku trilogy.
Lost Muse. A haiku trilogy 1. Purpose When it takes its leave. Gone: the purpose, the will and the testimony. 2. Black Where do we exist, now that the sun is dimmed, fallow and so spent. 3. Steps What I would give to hold her hand. Another step beyond this despair. My love for the 5/7/5-syllable majesty of Japanese haikus will never dim. As will my longing for my muse, no matter how hard I try to extinguish it. Steve 🙂 Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Lost Muse’. A haiku trilogy.
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