Poetry Blogs (emotion)
I want you to be unruly
write hard and clear
about tangled emotion
those who don’t
make me suspicious
I know there are other things
like genocide and selfish parking
and the bruises received
behind closed doors
I want to know people
who are walking antennas
sensitive and gifted
nerves nakedly exposed
flailing in the fallout
I was raised to keep all hidden
I was raised to deny ...
Saturday 7th March 2020 1:08 pm
Recapturing who I was
Before my microchips
I used to be a human
Now it's electric bits
I had less memory
I needed to
Use my brain
Subjects like maths & physics
Were such a struggle
I used to wear glasses
So much I wasn't seeing
That's all in the past now
I'm a supersonic being
I used to get
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 7:13 pm
I stare at you across
the empty, scorched desert
that has appeared so gradually
and so imperceptibly between us.
The mirage that we were has evaporated,
been engulfed in desiccated emotions
now lingering in the vacant space,
hanging like a burning haze,
scorching our skin,
hung out to dry.
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 7:27 am
it hurt so much
to breathe, to think, to laugh
to smile, to worry
it’s almost like you’ve taken out
all the good parts, the sad parts
leaving me incredibly bare and numb.
i feel restless, raw
open and exposed.
like i have no barriers, no protection
just sitting there with weeping wounds
and a broken heart
brittle as my nails
wrecked and sharply cut...
Friday 10th May 2019 6:15 pm
Happiness is a fleeting emotion
and that’s how it should remain
for if we were eternally happy
how could we ever feel pain?
Sadness is a fleeting emotion
and that is how it should remain
for if we were eternally sad
joy would be hard to attain
Jealousy is a fleeting emotion
and that is how it should remain
for if we were eternally jealous
where would trus...
Sunday 31st March 2019 12:33 pm
Ink and paper,
A young boy,
A foolish little girl.
This became the beginning of my writing.
“Write what you want,” he says to me.
I do, because he knows best.
I write everything I want.
I write worries,
I write sadness,
I write fear,
I write recovery,
I write my own lovely fantasies,
I write anger,
I write sadness and fear again.
Later I will write recovery.
He takes my ink a...
Wednesday 16th January 2019 9:09 pm
The eyes are
the windows of
the soul and
speak of words unsaid.
The mouth should
be delicate in
voicing out what
the mind have constructed.
The nose smells
not just the
arome of one’s
kindness but the
filth he brings
The ears audibly
reacts to the
sound of life’s
hustle and bustle.
Tuesday 4th September 2018 10:54 am
Even though the sun is shining I feel the Rain/
Even though I´m numb I feel the Pain
Even though nothing´s wrong everything feels not Right/
Even though there is no darkness I see no Light
Void and Chaos fill my Mind/
I see everything and I´m still Blind
My mind and my Heart keep getting Bruised/
I know nothing but I know I´m Confused
Monday 21st May 2018 2:19 pm
Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
As her skin grows paler,
Her state of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She was never lucky enough to find a saviour,
Hope gone so she finally picked up that razor.
She was later found deceased, now happ...
Saturday 12th May 2018 1:28 pm
Her universe was split into a mass of struggles and compressed emotions within an sunken space.
The collisions of depression and anxiety grew stronger forming dark energy made up of misery; it’s high density crushed happiness quicker than the speed of light.
There were once stars in her eyes, shone brighter than any quasars, but it burned away creating the black hole in her b...
Monday 9th April 2018 8:18 pm
Intense thick clouds obscuring vision,
Pre planned malice yet no thought given,
A mess of unplaced thoughts surround
Logic whispers but i wont listen
The calm that follows leaves air so thick
A lack of focus a clearing mist
A wind that blows me from where i came
And ignorance is mine again
Exhausting though this place may be
This clouded space is part of me
To leave i need a place of pea...
Saturday 3rd March 2018 11:40 pm
i'm overly sensitive and also rather shy
i keep my thoughts to myself and hide when i cry
I notice that i'm an emotional wreck
I moan a lot and i'm a pain in the neck
i wouldn't put up with anyone like me
yet some how you do what is it you see?
Is it my certain skills like being able to cook?
Or is it because i enjoy other thing's like reading a book
is it because i'm un...
Thursday 15th February 2018 3:51 pm
This sickly feeling i have inside
because i myself lack basic pride
I am upset when i go out
in fear that others may speak or shout
Yet this one lie had gotten to me
It's made my life a misery
I hide myself from everyone
I deprive myself that natural fun
If you look at me you'll see nothing
But in privacy i do everything
i fill my body with foods and cry
Wednesday 14th February 2018 12:51 am
In my times of tribulations,
Arrived my salvation.
One might think it was an angel,
It was, but in the form of a girl.
She brought light into my life,
My prayer of hope in the flesh.
Her name alone is a prayer,
That brings easiness to my heart and head.
She makes me be a better man,
She has taught me to trust and love.
With her eyes, she stops time.
Wednesday 25th January 2017 1:14 am
This one comes from some older stuff of mine, written whilst dealing with what i didnt realise was a depression / anxiety disorder at the time. Thankfully now its under control, but reading this back makes me remeber just how black things were back then.
Darkness; continuous, deep, perpetual darkness.
Constant. Soulless. Empty dark space.
It laps at the edges, frayed edges of my c...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:56 am
If only he hadn't had freckles.
If only he had been taller.
If only he hadn't spoken with a lisp.
If only he had liked playing football.
If only he hadn't been so shy.
If only the teachers had noticed.
If only he hadn't worn shorts.
If only he had liked pop music.
If only he had said something.
Sunday 19th June 2016 10:36 am
(By Paul A M Palmer)
"There's only one way to kill it:
You have to dig it out."
It's what they recommend,
The locals: they have the knowledge.
Scrape and scrape the top, spade against
The turf and tufts of lichen and moss.
“You have to deepen the trench and then
Scrabble and search for the roots.”
Black and brown in the soily ground
Its fibrous tubes and tendril...
Saturday 7th May 2016 9:31 am
the days have passed by without listening to your voice.
the days have passed by without watching you smile.
even in this unfaithful world i think of you
and that someday you'l accept my love.
i don't have the courage to tell you that your smile
lights up my day and that your eyes just mesmerize me.
i see you have moved on in this world but i still stand
at the place you left us.the dreams ...
Friday 1st January 2016 8:24 pm
Is it a fool who waits for which he knows will never come, Searching for a pinhole of light in the darkness that has become, Turning off lamps dumbfounded by what he has done, Is my fate the same as this man I see in plain view, Though I try to evade, Everytime I look into the mirror, He stares back at me too.
Sunday 15th March 2015 9:41 pm
Life's lost labours wilt,wither,wanting watering sprinkles. Downward spirals spin silently, serenity slithering step by step. Troubled toes stub callased skin, scraping scabbing layers of animosity and misgivings, life's unforgiveness, bleeding bluntly, replacing remnants of radial radiance with life's leftovers. A tempest's temporal trials burn, incinerate, insideous intentions. Questions g...
Friday 17th October 2014 7:41 pm
Do you ever feel like you could just scream for eternity
Every thought you cast upon yourself contains pure negativity
People wonder how you can feel so low, but they don't know,
Reality to you is completely different to that in which they live
Every night you go to bed, you wish that it would be the last
So many sleepless nights you're plagued by insomnia,
Suicidal tendencies play upon your mind regula...
Tuesday 19th August 2014 4:45 pm
THE JESTER The jester performs in a world full of tears, His chuckle, an attempt to allay all our fears. His joyful tones, sweet music to our ears, His mission, to help those who need it so dear. But what of the end of the long lonely road, His whimsical smile, no-one left now to goad. When the laughter runs out and the jester runs dry, As realisation sets in and he can do noug...
Monday 16th July 2012 1:21 pm
Love, what is this bliss, I do not know?
Denied all act of an emotion,
That encases the heart, and clenses the soul.
Solitude, is this all I live for?
Destined-confined to this wild abyss,
Or am I meant to fall on loves path;
Embrace its soft kiss.
Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:42 pm
Jameson Archers Bells
Gordon's Captain Morgan Smirnoff
Guinness Tia Maria Baileys
Pernod Carlsberg and Strongbow
Days made up of these.
Silk Cut days
Silk Cut nights
Sand between the toes
white blue skies
Breakfast on the Pier
Days well made
tailored to suit
Thursday 11th February 2010 8:09 pm
I sit alone
you do not sit with me
i sit alone
i do not want your company
i sit alone.
i stand alone
you do not stand with me
i stand alone
you do not stand beside me
i stand alone.
do not stand behind me
do not stand before
do not stand
do not sit
do not walk
do not be beside me.
what ever I do I do alone
Saturday 16th January 2010 6:32 pm