Moment. A poem.
One momentWith youIs likeA lifetimeOf constantMysteries and surprisesAnd far too goodTo be true Continue reading Moment. A poem.
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Underground. A poem.
Bury my heartDeep undergroundBury my soulWhere it can't be foundBury my headFull of anxietyBury me wholeSo absolutelyAnd here in the dirtI will resideHere in the dirtWith worms at my sideTo eat up my heartAnd to eat up my soulTo consume me aliveAnd so achieve your goal Continue reading Underground. A poem.
Amongst the Ashes. A poem.
Some daysI want to open my wristsAnd let them breath in reverseTake the irony of my existencePaint it in the colourOf lonelinessEmptinessHopelessnessAnd watch it flowSlowlySurelySluggishlyDown the porcelain sinkThat holds all my pointless dreamsAnd wash them awayMaybe thenI'll find sweet reliefAmongst the ashes Choose life. Every time. Don't give in to suicide. Life is too precious to waste. Steve Continue reading Amongst the Ashes. A poem.
Unrequited. A poem redux.
https://stevestillstanding.com/2017/02/19/unrequited-a-poem/ This is the second poem I ever posted. I’m feeling nostalgic! Steve 🙂 Continue reading Unrequited. A poem redux.
Bomb. A poem.
I sabotage myselfEvery time you're in the roomAn unexploded bombIn my mouthJust waitingTo detonateAnd kill any chanceOf being with you Continue reading Bomb. A poem.
Womb. A poem redux.
https://stevestillstanding.com/2017/02/22/womb-a-poem/ One of my earlier poems. Hope you like it. 🙂 Continue reading Womb. A poem redux.
SMS. A poem.
TextingYour lifelineAn SMS (SOS)To the worldSo much to tellBut so little to sayBRBROFL Continue reading SMS. A poem.
The Light in Your Eyes. A poem.
I saw the light in your eyesBurn bright then fade awayIt was your last and final callBefore approaching Heaven's Gate I smelt your very last breathFelt your body as it slackedIt was holding you in my armsThat I finally faced … Continue reading The Light in Your Eyes. A poem.
Torch. A poem.
Always in my thoughtsBut where is she now?Laughing with friendsSharing a joke and a smileAnd I am the furthest I've ever been from her sideThat a torch should burn so bright But too far to be seen is a tragedyMy isolation is self-imposedAs it will always be Continue reading Torch. A poem.
The Sale. Part 12.
My hands were in the air and so was the rock-solid Maglite flashlight. Silas was watching the Mexican standoff in the store room where crazy woman Junifer had confronted Aisha. I threw the torch as hard as I could. It … Continue reading The Sale. Part 12.
The Mind of a Poet. A poem.
The mind of a poetConstructing verseRhythm and rhymeMeter and timeIn all-consuming madness Sonnets, coupletsHaiku, freestyle Diamanté, CinquainPantoum, villanelle Concrete, tanka So many choices and moreTo bring life to blank pages How sensitive you becomeTo your own critiquesAnd how you labour longAt your own expenseTo hide your jewelsBury them in the roots Of the tree you've grown Does anyone care?No matter, you toil onBecause someone out there Will identify, dig deepFind your buried pearlsAnd will smile Because of The mind of a poet Continue reading The Mind of a Poet. A poem.
Bars and Shadows. A poem.
Bars and shadows Trap body and mind Stealing life Like a parasite But willing me on To face future and past To sing the song Of a better man Continue reading Bars and Shadows. A poem.
Three Loves. A Haiku Trilogy.
Film Lover Movie watching love My shared escapism Better with a friend Tabletop Gamer Playing RPGs Becoming a new person Only for a night Guitar Player Guitar strings strummed Emote in rhythm and rhyme Musicality Continue reading Three Loves. A Haiku Trilogy.
Manchester by the Sea. A movie review.
Thar be spoilers ahead… Manchester by the Sea is a depressing movie. Even with the great dialogue and character performances, it leaves you wondering what just happened. In truth, not much did. Kenneth Lonergan’s script, from his play, won the … Continue reading Manchester by the Sea. A movie review.
Capitulated. A poem.
CapitulatedTo the weightEncumberedBy the painDespondentYou cry awhileDepletedUntil next time Continue reading Capitulated. A poem.
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