This Life. A poem.
This life As much as I hate it Is all I have So suck it up And get on with it Make it a life Worth loving Continue reading This Life. A poem.
Tag: Sadness
Remember. A poem.
Remember life The semblance of Before the fall (So far you fell, maybe you’re falling still) When integrity, respect Were friends on call All you’ve done All your transgressions You just wish it wasn’t so Accept the facts (False truths … Continue reading Remember. A poem.
Rain. A Poem.
I felt the rain more deeply than ever before It flowed like chaotic capillaries down my face It mingled with tears, a salty, alchemical mix It touched my tongue, combined saliva and cotton mouth It washed me clean of tragic irony and bittersweet regret And when it stopped I stood there dripping, alone as always Contemplating when it would fall on me again Would I accept its cold, cleansing embrace Or would I shrink away to a warmer, dryer place This poem is another experiment for me. I’ve been trying out different free verse structures and meters, and … Continue reading Rain. A Poem.
Empty. A poem.
My head hurts. As always.
If I drank, I could blame it on something.
Alas, the blame is all me. Continue reading Empty. A poem.
Frail. A poem.
Yep. Like I said, last poem. Depression is a pain in the… Continue reading Frail. A poem.
Deep. A poem.
Down, down, down, I go. I thought once you hit rock bottom the only way was up. Guess I was wrong.
Depression sucks. Continue reading Deep. A poem.
Poison. A poem.
Your words are poison Entering my ears, seeping to my brain Flowing through arteries, capillaries and veins To my torso, arms and legs and beyond Sapping my strength, dropping me to my knees Feeding my ever-present pain, drawing forth tears That return your bitter poison to the earth beneath my feet Another dark poem. Some day I’ll write a happy one. Just not right now. Continue reading Poison. A poem.
Eyes. A Poem.
I’m not sure how some of my poems come to mind, or why they are all so dark.
Oh, yes, I do. It’s because I’m a depressed and anguished soul. Well, that was easy. Next question? Continue reading Eyes. A Poem.
Player. A poem.
I am a poor player With little left to show For the game of life I’ve played One arm behind my back, restrained Here’s a very short poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Not sure why I didn’t publish it then. Had other stuff on my mind, I guess. Continue reading Player. A poem.
Time’s Up. A poem.
Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.) Continue reading Time’s Up. A poem.
Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about. Continue reading Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
Alone. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
Passengers. A poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it. Continue reading Passengers. A poem.
The Day. A poem.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though. Continue reading The Day. A poem.
Ghosts. A poem.
This poem came to me while I was on the loo (inspiring and a lttle gross). It’s a bit Poe-like, at times, I think. Wasn’t intentionally so. Continue reading Ghosts. A poem.
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