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.
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.
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.
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.
My self-hate: just enough to immolate my lowly self. My self-hate: the razor that can’t wait to open me. My self-hate: the only thing that takes me breaks me sends me hurtling headlong to my grave. The All or the … Continue reading My Self-hate. A poem.
Is this nothing more than a sad life? Materialistic imposition and perspicacious exposition all meaning nothing more than a sad life? Take this sad life, open the cage perennially and set it forever and eternally free. The All or the … Continue reading Sad Life. A poem.
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Would you shed a tear for me when I’m gone or about to go? Would you wave as I depart, smile awhile, wander alone? Would you care if I passed away from this world, from this fray? Would you be … Continue reading Would. A poem.
My gallants and topsails, tattered, torn and twisted; shrouding the devastated deck like grasping lichen on a forest floor. My ship creaks and moans, weary and spent from the storm; a mass of broken timbers, of shredded hopes forlorn. The … Continue reading Wrecked. A poem.
Long years of suffering, so tinged with hope and fear. I have watched you from afar, but outstayed my welcome, here. Now, your door has shut so tight and my path to you is blocked. Now, I’m back to wandering, … Continue reading The Timely Fool. A poem.
Why don’t you kill me? Release me from this misery? This womb that clings and grinds me down to tombstone dust and empty dreams, restrains me tight in chains of languid and bitter thoughts. Oh, but for a little death, … Continue reading Kill. A poem.
This oil, viscous and thick, holding me fast in the tar pit of my black heart and head, since the very start. Wish I could shed this black dog That follows me everywhere. Perhaps soon, anon, I’ll lose my empty … Continue reading This Oil. A poem.
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