Poetry Blogs (Protection)
I'm sorry for the things I said
Sorry for the ways I hurt you.
I know sometimes I neglect you,
I find ways to desert you.
I didn't know you wanted me, I didn't know I was allowed
I didn't know I was allowed to love you and keep you for myself.
Your lights, your eyes, your body, your smile,
They're all for me now.
You'll never walk alone,
You'll never feel untouched,
You'll never ha...
Thursday 16th July 2020 3:16 pm
Bandages constantly being placed,
Straight onto those voids that were caused
By someone who had no right to harm.
Wrap, tape, cry.
That's your pattern each night, isn't it?
When you weep because of your craving for love.
You do not understand it yet
But you do not require this person in your life.
Yesterday's emotions need to be wiped clean.
We are the uni...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 7:02 pm
Were you not my watch tower, erect above the chalky cliff
Stone guardian against all, high over the rough tides of my youth?
Was yours not the bastion, planted secure on the high turf:
Whose high walls embraced us and protected?
But that was then, now I am the ascended man -
Now I do not see your turrets from my farther shore
Black waves broke on your defences, your mortar crumbl...
Sunday 10th December 2017 4:05 pm
I wear a coat of armor
A full-body suit to protect my inner self
A shield against the outside world
But, every once in a while I forget a piece
And when I do it's the most important one
So, if you see me and I'm not put together
Please be gentle and approach with care
For you see, when I do forget a piece
It's always my heart that shows.
Sunday 19th June 2016 3:58 pm
She’s the one we could rely on
when things were sorely scarce,
to always find a way to get by
when it went from bad to worse.
She’s the one true matriarch,
the gel at the center of all,
never too far away from us;
never more than a call.
Sacrificing all she had,
for us, her flesh and blood,
always standing second place
to the family’s common good.
Tuesday 4th August 2015 4:10 pm
(‘Ask me why and I’ll spit in your eye’ - The Smiths)
Pinch the rogue flesh slipping from my jeans,
Dig each thumb and forefinger into my hand,
Scratch me with that caress and turn when I blush,
Let the fire wash over my face whilst pretending not to realise.
Leave me be even though our legs are intertwined,
Please leave me be even though our mouths talk and share,
Leave me be even thou...
Saturday 4th October 2014 6:20 pm