Poetry Blogs (turmoil)
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
From brisance condensed in hatred
like the dormant dust of ages,
from careless words and truth-less history,
Some unknown, immolated, evaporated, disappeared.
Others reconstituted, pulling limbs and minds together.
Whilst the lost fragmented to darker corners,
into the splintered flash of a moment, screaming for eternity.
Sunday 5th March 2017 5:16 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
To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
Monday 11th April 2016 12:02 pm
Ascending and turning to the right I shield my eyes to the horrors before me.
I don’t want to look but I know what is there – it is the unbegotten,
all swirling in flames, flesh falling from their burning bones.
Writhing in eternal damnation. Am I to become one, or am I to watch from the edge of hell as they burn? I am being drawn into this vision, this nem...
Monday 19th September 2011 5:40 pm