HEre I am REckLEss when you’re ARound. Should I STay Should I GO Should I CHance the EBb and FLow A MOment’s INdecision And I’m CAught up in YOur SHow ONce again I’m REckLEss BUt I’ve noWHere else to GO … Continue reading REckLEss. A poem.
Shut me down, flip that switch. Turn out my lights and hear me Breathe my final maudlin death rattle. You have such a way with words, you kill me every time. Every. Time. Continue reading Flip That Switch. A poem.
There once was an optimist Who tripped, fell Lost his wife Respectability His whole life For some reason lost his optimism as well He picked himself up Dusted himself off Set about finding a new life But it wasn’t easy So much was tied up In his head and heart It wasn’t easy to forget the strife Three years later And the optimist returned In drabs and dribs A piece at a time A patchwork quilt Of emotion and anxiety There once was an optimist Who got up, looked around For a wife Respectability And a life Dim as a … Continue reading The Optimist’s Trial. A poem.
Stick to the path Safer there? Than thickets and brush Hidden from prying eyes That seek to Rend and blind Seek the safer path that winds on Lingering like dawn’s afterglow The safer path? Continue reading Safer Path? A poem.
I thought I was free of anger But it rages there! inside! Everyday Over every little betrayal Surrounded by tears That lurk just behind the veil Release me from hurt And leave me be For I have lost myself And have no compass to find my … Continue reading (No) Compass. A poem.
Every time I see her The briefest moment fleeting My time with her is limited To a nondescript meeting It takes less than a minute To make the magic pitch To appeal to better nature Before regret becomes an itch But then the meeting’s ended No optioned heart’s desire For two souls to be blended Dream buried in the mire One thing appears so obvious And this I’m certain of I’m really not a salesman I’m just in (unrequited) love Continue reading The Pitch. A poem.
Sometimes life kicks us hard. Then it kicks us even harder. While life is kicking us we have to learn to get up and either get out of the way or let that boot keep cracking our ribs.
That’s not actually what this post is about, but maybe it caught your attention. If so, please read my post about purpose and humility. And stupidity. You might even enjoy it 🙂 Continue reading A Question of Purpose
Bury those thoughts of love They are not for you She is blind to you Not even hallucination Or an oasis mirage You are the poltergeist Invisible in the room Ever-present and in pain Locked into an endless cycle Of feeble-mindedness And lonely, wanton disdain So stop your wishing Stop your dreaming Curl yourself up in a foetal ball And lose yourself in dank despair Let the black dog by your side Drag you down into the oily darkness Grinning as he does His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart Bury those thoughts of love Because she is not … Continue reading Thoughts of Love. A poem.
Recently I found myself in free fall Wondering when I’d hit the ground running And if I’d ever touch terra firma at all But two heads are better than one So join me and we’ll free fall together And maybe being grounded won’t matter after all Continue reading Free Fall. A poem.
How I wish to see the light No matter how much it hurts and blinds My eyes, so used to darkness here To anxious crowds and bloody sights Wave a torch, a beacon shining Like a firefly that flutters in the night Something I can reach, to aspire Before the final round of this fight When the canvass finally catches me Punch drunk and exhausted Let me see that final light And know that it was worth it Continue reading See the Light. A poem.
Here I am again. Back on the conveyor, darkness seeping to my core. I tried to get off but just wasn’t up to it. I float through the day, lost in motion that takes me no where. The conveyor clicks and clanks and rolls and on I flow. When I’m down like this I find it hard to break out. Hard to raise my head and look for a way. Hard to find a reason why I should. Hard to find a reason to go on. Everything is too difficult. Too pointless. But I don’t give up on life. I’ve … Continue reading Conveyor Belt
So what is life when you’re alone? Many might say life is what you make it: that if you’re alone you make the best of the situation. But for others being alone is a wasteland that sucks the essence of their soul and leaves them a withered husk. Unfortunately, I fall into that category. It’s not that I don’t have friends. I have a handful I can turn to in times of need, but the problem with having so few true friends is I hate to burden them too often. There is one person that I long to have in … Continue reading The Loneliness of Being
Twenty four kilometres I walked on a whim “I can do this, no worries,” what was I thinking? Five hours, two blisters and a sore ankle later And I’m wondering if I should feel any way better Was it just for my ego, or just to feel good Or was it just for the pain, as I know that it should And in the end, I can’t deny that which is true Walking’s a poor substitute for being with you . For the full story about my little walking episode, click here. Steve 🙂 Continue reading Twenty Four Kays. A poem.
True beauty The power you hold Unbeknownst to you could change the world For one man all told A man who longs for you When nights are cold As he lies alone with only thoughts of true beauty To save his soul Continue reading True Beauty. A poem.
I curse my name And heart and face If I could melt this flesh I would To end this reign And bring me To a better place Continue reading Curse. A poem.
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