Poetry Blogs (rage)
You don’t know about the anger and rage
Which has mutated and grown with age
Only let loose when I engage
In the booth or on stage
Normal people are able to contain and control
(We’re all a bit psycho)
But normal people hold it in their subconscious
Only coming out in hallucinations when they’re unconscious
Grown with time the rage has become monstrous
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 5:14 pm
Me the right
To be so fucked up?
That I am so fucked up?
Monday 3rd September 2018 1:04 am
Whenever the bell rings.
Time to change so soon?
Oh thankyou for the gloom
Its not like I needed mental room
I'll just listen to your tune.
Is it time for bed,
Or are you not done yet?
This endless strain of thoughts
Feeling like I'm making a case In front of the courts
Barely awake, but barely conscious?
You'll wish you'd had your bedroom blessed
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 5:24 pm
You try to escape the demons
But they latch on way too tight,
Their claws digging into my body
And mind, with all their might.
Fighting is exhausting,
It physically and mentally drains.
But still I endure it, hoping
One day I will finally escape the pain.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:05 pm
Each day, more exhausting than the last.
Time goes far too slowly, or too fast.
you're either extremely low, or elevated.
People either love you, or you're hated.
There is no middle ground
- no inbetween.
Everything is one extreme.
you're either Jekyll or you're Hyde.
It is a never ending fight.
You're a walking contradiction ,
With no explanation,
Monday 18th June 2018 3:58 pm
the sound of nails on skin
the ripping of those barriers
between whats in you and whats out
the sound of beats on your head
the swelling of self-hatred and humility
forced on yourself by yourself\
cry at the sight and more at the sound
be flushed with the shame\
knowing you're not good enough
look up at the sky at night
run by yourself in the dark
the outside is so...
Friday 30th March 2018 6:31 pm
she used to be so damn happy
but i guess theres more than the eyes can see
because if im speaking truthfully
she was never really that happy
amused? shit, just maybe
that she was terribly
thats all she began to know, you see,
the abuse began from a young age
the very peak of her growing stage
the beginning of the book that told her story
was marked and torn from the ...
Sunday 11th March 2018 1:44 am
This evening I am out walking
the static crackles
in the living room
and in the hallway
I lace my shoes
and go out walking
Tree-shapes calm me
dew drops kicked from blades of grass
this act cleanses things
I feel my fangs receding
sense the silence
breathe back into me
Imagine the TV glow dimming
imagine the hatred in her eyes
feel the black air cleari...
Monday 31st October 2016 9:21 pm
I’d like to be a cannonball:
Smash through things and knock down walls
I’d leave a trail of destruction in my wake
Before it’s even time to take a tea break.
I’d like to drink fifteen pints of lager
And ride through the shopping centre like a knight on a charger
Smashing things merrily as I go
Making a mess with a creamy gateaux
I’d like to swear loudly in a quiet...
Thursday 2nd January 2014 9:34 pm
Do not go easy into that cruel plight,
Life-latency should, combination, stay;
Rage, rage against the prying of the light.
Though cells, prior to conjoin, accrue no right,
Un-right usurped un-bid, entreats that they
Do not go easy into that cruel plight.
Wild sperm who caught and shot the ovum’s flight,
And learned too late, now grieving on your ...
Tuesday 22nd October 2013 2:07 pm