Poetry Blogs (breakup)
Ghazala Lari on Standing at the cross roads between life and death (2 hours ago)
I think I hung myself in your tears
Yeah, the other day I realised
One noose, one tear drop - same shape.
I choked on the salt of it
eternally thirsty now
When they fell from your eyes
they looked like showers of broken glass
How I wished I could have swallowed that instead
I think that would hurt less
I’ve got 6 bruises, 7 cuts, 3 scars
I’m still counting.
Sunday 11th February 2018 2:21 am
I stretch some more
sprawling over my bed
caressing the cold sheets beside me
A weight sits on my chest.
The pang of my solitude,
visiting me in the silent hours of the morning
I bring your blanket closer to my chest,
Sucking in your smell,
Breathing the pores of you.
It’s started to fade now.
The staleness and the dust has set in.
Sunday 12th November 2017 10:42 pm
Walking to the high mountains on a side,
I am perplexed before the raging current,
I don't know where to turn or run.
The truth is that I wander the sides of a street uninhabited by man,
The pavement overflowing with failure and sadness.
Take a look over the edge,
Take a look into the abyss of this world,
So stale the crumbs of rotten food.
The way the leaves whistle the call of a mo...
Saturday 15th July 2017 6:01 am
I still remember the first time we made love,
It was simple and easy, with your weight above.
I remember expecting pain and feeling none,
I remember biting my lip when we were done.
It was so long ago, half a decade gone by,
But it still keeps me warm when you're not by my side.
Perhaps it's wrong I know I ought to move on,
But how do you stop an oncoming storm.
I still wis...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 2:26 pm
Always I think of you,
I don't know why I do.
It opens doors I cannot close,
I feel adrift in the chaos.
Each time I look inside of me,
Searching for something to hold to my heart.
A memory of pain or fight or slight,
So I can say it's good we're apart.
I find nothing, there is nothing to find
You were good to me, you treated me right.
I'm lost and lonely I now need ...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 1:44 pm
Where were the words
why couldn't we talk
So much I wanted to say
but the words got caught in my throat
Why did the magnet push us apart
when there were words to say
Could it be different at a different time
was it just the timing
I don't know
So off beat
We couldn't get the timing
of the dance
Yet the magnet d...
Friday 9th December 2016 3:21 am
What am I supposed to say? Goodbye?
That didn't work.
Try again. Bye.
It's fine. I'm fine. I'm alive.
Dying, flying back
To the tracks
The click clack
The roar of the black
Train gliding by so fast
Only as long as the last
Car to pass
And brings terrible silence
Into the night.
Monday 11th April 2016 1:09 am
And the lights go dim
That's the end of the show
And the audience leaves
And the actors go home
And there's nobody watching
And there's no one but you
And you sit on the stage
And recite what you knew.
But the lines mean nothing
And the poses the same
And the curtain has closed
And the props put away
And Broadway sits empty
And so does your soul
Friday 8th April 2016 5:46 pm
Chaining smoking til my lungs are done, Chest pain come not sure if I can make it Trying to take this path to the dream I envisioned, Can't make the right decision I bailed now my life is in shambles I'm out here in socal dreaming of the bay, Looking for a way to construct these abstract thoughts, Onto the pad wanting it bad but finding it hard to make the ink spill, Attempting to leav...
Sunday 15th March 2015 9:06 pm
A little poem that is very much not in my usual style!
We have known each other a long time now,
and whilst I know you will always be there for me,
it is with a heavy heart that I must tell you the following:
We can no longer be together.
It’s not you.
I find I can’t keep away from you,
and I have so much work to do these days...
Thursday 27th September 2012 5:51 pm
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The Falling Down
The knives and forks
are crossed on the plates
in the kitchen,
two used cups sit
quietly on the coffee table
by the sofa,
the pots and pans
we used last night swim
in a pool of cold water.
the rain lashes
at the windows,
and outside the birch
tree swings w...
Wednesday 4th January 2012 4:18 am