Poetry Blogs (Angst)
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She comes into the house unannounced
doesn’t bother a quip when asked to speak
slams the door shut
and takes to her room to retreat
Behind the locked door, music blares
her demeanor tells everyone she doesn’t care
her closeted persona is darkness deeper
than her black eyeliner coupled with black hair
She’s never known love
never been the center of affection...
Saturday 13th June 2020 1:04 pm
I once bought chocolates
From a place I've never been
carried it all back
as my mind carried a scene
of family around the table
sharing bites of foreign taste
But now, eight months later
they're all going to waste
I once bought chocolates
thinking I bought smiles with them
while sweetness burns my throat
and all chocolates now taste the same
even the sweet ones ...
Sunday 11th August 2019 3:10 pm
Let the anticipation build Let the angst grow inside your gut Allow it to rumble and tumble and wreck havoc on your insides Feel the magnetic pull when we lock eyes a little bit too long and struggle to break away Watch me watching you while trying to hide your prying eyes Don't you dare rush a thing
Thursday 27th June 2019 5:34 am
I'm not worth it
I am never enough
Always first dropped
The last to be picked
For once I'd like you to say no
But I know it causes you pain
And I am not worth enough
To put you through that
Thursday 4th January 2018 3:17 am
You are wonderful
And all the things
I thought I would
I am broken and cruel
And I fear I will
Hurt you with my
Oh, what to do.
Wednesday 20th December 2017 7:08 am
The rusty door knob and the dilapidated door,
falling apart at its hinges.
Brown colour of furniture, unpolished
Left to rot in the corner of the room.
The showcase gathering grey dust
like ominous clouds about to burst.
The grand old auburn piano
playing tunes of doom and gloom.
The sea shell shade of dirt white walls
peeling off like skin does below freezing point.
The spider we...
Wednesday 15th October 2014 5:57 am
I had a picture in my head of a scene unfolding one day when I was journaling, and jotted some details down. I have no idea what's happening, in what way the narrator betrayed this "Dye," but I felt like sharing regardless. Very rough, but hopefully you get something out of it!
(So much angst).
“I’m sorry,” I said over and over, s...
Sunday 5th October 2014 6:27 am
As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.
The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.
As I gaze into the vast emptiness
Thursday 18th September 2014 11:04 am
A sky for a blanket .
Blue and light blue, grey and dark grey.
Clouds as moths wavering to and afar,
Circling natures son in the cradled hood.
Ah! Let my breath catch this beauteous scene
Could I escape from you?
I hold my breath to capture this moment
None would need nepenthe.
This slumber of nature has made me hold my breat...
Wednesday 3rd September 2014 1:57 pm
Living known paradigm fortunately unfortunate
With all dished copiously yet with an empty plate
With situations definitive I am unable to equate
Only if emotional clutter could get wiped off slate
Kin, cohort and siblings even closest of the mate
Now add on to torment thus sensibilities agitate
Far too long it has been for turbulence to abate
Must alter course...
Wednesday 12th March 2014 9:06 am
Confounds very purpose
in the end what it ensues
Logic macabre it nurtures
plain irrationality accrues
Those closer tend to shun
all unknown you befriend
Despise meant well being
disinterest try to pretend
The time will pass you by
in state sorry to repent
Unaware you’re of perils
uncertainties it’ll pre...
Sunday 2nd February 2014 7:55 am
What are we to do
about spectres in the mirror?
Pray tell, before they rise -
of film noir and poetry,
dark or brooding -
blaring piano forte
Whip out the shammy & Windex;
Please make your response or comment on my profile pa...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 11:06 am
And you claim all your words are true
Then you run from me, saying 'Set me Free'
Such confusion is brought through you
Without such strife if incomplete
Dont play these games no more with me
Far better I'm left to rot here in solitary
And its ...
Monday 16th January 2012 10:09 pm
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