If I had a picture of you
I’d keep it to myself
Held tightly against my heart
To feel closer to you
Our bond would be strong
Strong enough to make me feel safe
If only I had a picture of you.
If I had a picture of you
I’d sleep with it on my pillow
Hoping to bring sweet dreams
Of the days we shared long ago
The fun days, holidays and time spent together
Sunday 12th February 2017 10:37 pm
The bitch is dead.
Spewing hatred from her empty eyes.
She fought back,
Skin under her broken nails,
She never suspected him.
Her beautiful lover boy.
His deathly kiss,
He pinned her to the wall,
Staple gun kisses,
Fastened her down,
Tight as a lover's arms.
She fell for his charms.
Smeared bloody lipstick stuck to his face,
Deathly bite holding its place....
Thursday 9th February 2017 2:37 pm
Soullessly starring into the air
As her body laid lifeless
All this time the Stifled screams
Shut away to keep them at bay,
Any chance to show remorse
Shut down and accused of lies.
If I could tell you one last thing
I love you would be the words to say,
Now I can't see you again
I see the truth that was buried within
I can't help but blame a part of me
Wednesday 8th February 2017 10:19 am
Gotta be patient This is pathetic
To operate.... Obviously no anaesthetics
A sick surgeon As the doctor and the patient
Urged on ...
Sunday 5th February 2017 7:43 pm
For the purpose of context: I was born with congenital heart disease, so I've long ago come to terms with my own mortality. Death does not scare me, and I'm forever grateful for each day I have. This piece is art considering the ache that comes after a break-up, it is not a suicide note, or an intention. :-)
I have no fear of death;
The welcome arms of darkness
Will be a reprieve from the
Monday 30th January 2017 3:02 am
Gave Me Up To Tears
"And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears."
— William Shakespeare, Henry V
The air tastes of mashed potatoes
When she looks into your eyes
And you look back at the fear and hurt
And she says she’s sorry for dragging you here
And you tell her it’s nothing
Even though you were complaining
That very same thing on the drive h...
Sunday 29th January 2017 9:35 pm
Saturday 28th January 2017 8:43 pm
She sat amongst her dollies
Hair all chopped and matted
their legs broken battered,
Biro on each painted face.
The fingers bitten off,
Spat out and thrown away.
Their toes all flat and mangled,
Their eyes poked closed and gone.
Each one no more a beauty,
Each one now dead and gone.
She did it as a child
To each and every toy.
Her mummy used to smack her,...
Wednesday 25th January 2017 6:58 pm
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Quiet as the beach can be
Upon the night as it falls:
Birds flown home, and
Life sounds stilled until
The only interruption
Is the rhythmic lapping
Of the low-tide waves.
Lap, ------------- lap,
The slow drumbeat dance
Of the ocean in the mist,
Dark with the new moon,
And stars obscured in
The low-hanging fog
And chilled air crackling.
As the water caresses
The dark, hidden sand,
Tuesday 24th January 2017 1:08 pm
Apocolyptic prophecies foretold
The revelation is revealed
The horsemen make their descent
The angels break the seals
A cataclysmic lunar event
The blackening of the sun
Arachaic scriptures speak
The final days have begun
Kingdoms are torn apart
The trumpets are blown
Each disaster worsens
The wretched are left alone
Angels are now demons
Tuesday 24th January 2017 7:19 am
With so much hurt and hatred prevalent in society,
It seems like crimes such as murder, rape, and kidnapping might be
Everyday cliches surrounding us entirely.
I feel as if no other news is ever happening,
Everywhere I look, murder has become fashion internationally.
Especially in America, 'Land of the free, Home of the brave.'
Technically, just tellin ya, it's the land of the creeps, home o...
Saturday 21st January 2017 2:50 pm
This poem is an original piece using established names. The names of all characters are taken from the Aztec religion, and all of the characters act in sympathy with their attributed and established forms. The exception is the titular actor: Acamapichtli. While Acamapichtli was the first ruler of the Aztecs, in this poem, he is not the same person, but only carries the same name.
Friday 20th January 2017 10:21 am
Dedication from a canine
far surpasses humans abilities
A love so pure
they would lay down
their lives at every sitution
When you pass
and leave them behind
they grieve in a way
so pure and real
They wait for us
for they have faith
they will see us again
And they do...
by Lynn Hahn
Saturday 14th January 2017 6:51 pm
A long long while
And your face
Is coming back
Into my dreams
The whole wide world
Across but I can't
Find the words to
Give you peace
It's been a long year
It's been a hard time
But I can't erase this
Date from my mind
So I guess there's only
One thing left to say
Monday 9th January 2017 10:13 pm
what we have now is a photo:
Katherine and I with the wedding cake
under a park shelter
and there he is outside
in the background alone and small
and brilliant in the sunlight.
He called me once to talk about fungi:
their dark networks
that join the living and the dead
but that was before he went into the basement
and Katherine pressed the button
and his body released into the air
Friday 6th January 2017 12:16 pm
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