Poetry Blogs (2012, heartbreak)
John Coopey on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (2 hours ago)
Don Matthews on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (3 hours ago)
M.C. Newberry on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (3 hours ago)
I wish I could reach into my head and
Squeeze you from my brain.
Like as if I could leave our little patch of history in a pool by my feet,
And watch memories sweep the floor like tiny sand storms.
I wish I could replace our words with silence,
Our touches with atmosphere,
And our love with repulsion but you ripped my soul from my chest and took it with you,
Monday 17th September 2012 6:22 pm
Having noticed that most people tend to use their blogs to post poems they are working on, I figured I should play ball for once. So, in between the usual detritus I call writing, here's a poem:
The Dreams started again
Out of nowhere
Driving the familiar way
Catching a glimpse
The back of a head
That makes no sense
I know it’s you, though...
Saturday 3rd March 2012 11:05 pm
Just get over it,
Casual, callous, colloquial.
But love is like an amnesiac's boomerang
just when you thing you've forgotten
the love, and the pain
it swoops like a dragon
whose scales scar sentiments.
It usually hits you,
and even if caught,
it caught you by surprise.
Those who once captured your heart
now hold your heart captive.
Tuesday 10th January 2012 6:13 pm