Poetry Blogs (2011, sadness)
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Endless relentless tormenting arguments,
Shut that slut mouth love,
Abusive corrosive explosive darling,
Music to my hairy ears.
Downed the stella quick flash,
Backhand backlash reflex,
I forgive, daily.
Wednesday 28th December 2011 4:50 pm
When I look at the sky,
Is she looking too.
When I weep alone,
Is she weeping too.
She grows in beauty every day,
But I am growing too.
She grows in my heart every day,
I miss you.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:38 am
The sickening glistening lights,
Of winter and christmas time,
Shove a stick in my eye,
And sing carols as I take my life.
Christmas is over and I’m the loner,
Sitting home alone drinking corona,
Streets are silent like my mobile phone,
Put my face to the pillow as I go prone.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:26 am
We have to think
about where to put
They fumble under tables,
or rest very casually on
the table, courageously spread
across the middle as if to show
just how normal you
want it to feel.
The tea is greasy,
and you concentrate
on stroking the condensation
from your glass
of orange juice.
Sunday 6th November 2011 12:52 pm
I am tired to pretend that
All is well on my land.
My heart is aching,
The last hope is breaking.
I am tired to hear the truth.
I loved you, it was forsooth.
I hate to hear the lies,
Try to find a compromise.
Only memories are in my treasury.
Thinking of you is my pleasury.
You were chasing for a fire-bird,
I memorized the words I’ve...
Wednesday 21st September 2011 2:32 pm
Memories still haunt you in dreams
the worst ones aren't violent nor perverse.
The worst dreams are the ones you wish came true
they haunt you with De Ja Vu
donning swords and Fu Manchu.
Kreuger retreated, he knew he met his match
because love is the most infectious illness one can catch.
It starts with a thought, a flicker, a mo...
Thursday 4th August 2011 6:34 pm
Hope is ...
Carried away on ocean tides.
surround the lighthouse.
Sometimes wounds bleed a darker red,
staining blurred snippets of memory,
from impoverished depths.
Bubbles rise to the surface
pouring out bottled tears.
Rotating light shines,
illuminating the edges of sadness.
Waiting to rescue lost souls
and abandoned ...
Tuesday 22nd March 2011 5:50 pm