Poetry Blogs (2012, Time)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (8 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
I want to kiss you at midnight,
feel the wibbly-wobbly ripples of time.
I want to kiss you at midnight
staring deep into your eyes.
Though it may take time,
time is of t...
Sunday 2nd September 2012 12:39 pm
hewn in antiquity of fire and ice
rough fell born in flash and fury hurled
from the high ground fountainhead
set in motion artlessly impelled
downwards tumbling by such attraction
that demands all obey its draw
but my life’s course stretches far beyond
your mortal grasp and moves at a pace
measured in millennia as you count days
I may rest b...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 10:57 pm
It's a very sad day when a Loved one dies
human or animal we all only have one life
so we gotta live it up for the ones that pass
too the fullest on this earth is what I'm aiming at.
So let's up those downs and make the bad more better.
Even if you're feeling like shit or rained on by bad weather
you can overcome the end of this glitch called living
by cooking up you...
Monday 20th August 2012 5:44 pm
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the damned,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...
Wednesday 30th May 2012 1:51 pm
Great, warm wet ocean rolling, curving, boiling cauldron.
Little grains of sand – brown, white, clear, black.
Thrown together onto the beach.
A small layer, a medium layer, a deep layer compressed into rock.
Hundreds of feet thick. Exposed to elements, rain, cold, wind, snow.
No warm carboniferous sun here. Just a windy plateau of a rock face.
Monday 27th February 2012 12:57 pm
Events and Time
I guess my feelings don’t really matter, that I don’t need anyone by my side when I’m down or upset or depressed. Don’t you know I’m just like anyone else? Though I’m different I’m just the same inside don’t you see? Do you know how hard it is to live alone and not have anyone to care for you? And when I meet someone who I thought was special, to let her in and trus...
Sunday 26th February 2012 7:07 pm
In less than an hour it will be 1997.
In this short time do you remember?
Do you shrug off the past to make way for the future
or do you hold on to the dying year
seeing every minute disappear before your eyes?
On this, the last day we have been covered by snow
and frozen by the cold as the old God Cronus turns
his hour glass over for ano...
Friday 10th February 2012 7:38 pm