Poetry Blogs (trapped)
Been turning myself to blue and green,
Trapping and locking myself in this fucking cage
And I can't, I cannot, I will not
Let you in here.
Nothing more can rely on me.
And i will spend my days putting stoicism and serenity on pedestals,
And I will be hopeless and choked
And my heart will be lurching
And it passed right by me,
But I realise now that no hand is so...
Tuesday 5th December 2017 1:32 am
a weak light rises over the chimneys
the grass is the colour of piss
smog prises its fingers into bronchial lungs
a dog with three legs barrels down the street
curtains stained with inquisitive glances
stare out at the paperboy on a rusty bike
a cat crawls under a red Cortina parked on bricks
November exhales a grey breath on the windows
Sunday 24th November 2013 7:46 pm
They are coming with the needle They think they are being kind Sending me back to The jungles of my mind. There are creatures in the forest, I can feel them closing in Screaming in my mind In a brain jarring din. The fire is burning well Sending out heat and light Keeping at bay Those creatures of th...
Friday 11th October 2013 5:09 pm
Lair Of The Snow Spider
there are domains so deep
that no one will tread
so dark that they are blind
in these dank places
the air is still and
sound is soft and mute
into this darkness
settling in the nooks
dusting the branches
with its ice grasp
can you hear it
the soft sly scuttle
of a many l...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 10:43 pm
Trapped in this awful fucking life where I wanted to love but ruined the chance when I got it. I’ll never forget her but what does that matter now with defeat snapping at my heels, she fully understands the past snapping at her heels, like mine does. Her words, not mine. I surrender to the nightmare night-time dark veil of defeat and await my end. It came sooner than I thought...
Tuesday 20th September 2011 7:59 pm
veil his face,
skin thin and crusty
of years in the sun
from his forehead to
then meets gravity;
through his soil-grimed
singlet, jeans and boots;
hours of toil
Photo by Eric Kaufman, NC
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Friday 18th February 2011 1:30 pm
Have mercy on me, set me free,
nobody's heard me scream
the sky grows darker by the hour
and these four walls seem ever closer
to my face, how did I end up
in this place?
Rendered useless, I have no power
of fight or flight, only fright
consumes me, what is to be?
I can't see that far
I don't deserve this, why is it me?
I'm shackled and ch...
Saturday 3rd July 2010 12:27 pm
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