Poetry Blogs (2016, divorce)
I loved you
From the moment I saw you
Cigarette hanging from the side of your mouth
Dripping in hurt and cynicism
My imperfect reflection
We spent days in bed
Hid from the world
Made our own
You were the light in my darkness
The first to really see me
The first to truly love me
What you gave me I'd never had before...
Friday 17th May 2019 9:26 pm
It's been a year since you've been gone and I'm still picking up the pieces,
You were often my strength but more so my weakness,
Everyday you're on my mind I can't escape these thoughts,
It makes my chest burn and my stomach twist into knots,
Sometimes I feel like its too much to handle,
What you did to me was truly a scandle,
All the times that we shared and everything that we w...
Tuesday 29th January 2019 8:16 am
The words that come out of my mouth
Sometimes they just fall out
And I can't tell if they really belong to me
Sometimes I hear my voice
Because my mind gives me no choice
But to say all these things I don't really believe
The baggage claim has my name
Written all over it
What a shame I lost the game
Before I had the chance to blow it
He never felt the need
To check for monsters b...
Friday 11th January 2019 1:15 am
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
Kids in the middle.
Caught in the middle,
Place of pain,
No rest bite,
Kids a weapon.
Can't save them.
Parents scar them.
Divorce ruins them,
Tuesday 4th July 2017 9:50 pm
I thought that love drifted through the ages
Like dandelion seeds on the breath of a young dream,
Before I watched my father click shut the car boot
Under an ashen sky. Memories caged in cardboard.
Ice cream smiles on Scarborough beach.
Sand clinging to tiny feet. The beating of spades
Against red castle turrets.
Until evening tide devours the fortress.
Bills crash through the letterbox,
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:16 pm
God's love is unconditional
but he shut up the seas behind doors
when it burst forth from the womb
and set its doors and bars in place
when he said, " This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt.
So I won't let you drown me
as your tears fill the dead living room
I proceed to leave.
When I was younger I would stay
and try my hardest to row, row,
Friday 24th February 2017 2:39 am
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm
We're the throw away
The use em and lose em
Like old cars
you trade us in
for new models
one hell of alot of miles
One man's trash
is another's treasure
So here I sit
on the Goodwill's shelf
like the Velveteen Rabbit
a Real Man...
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 31st December 2016 5:44 pm
If your shirt has no button
and your trousers are roughen,
if your jacket is so crushed
and your carpet needs a brush,
if you can’t find a clotheshorse
and all the time curse
There is only one way out:
to marry or divorce.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Thursday 27th October 2016 12:32 pm
They married young and grew apart, as people often do.
Future life for both of them will be with someone new.
The problem though, was cash so short
they could not move their home.
Until some savings could be made,
and low cost rents be found.
Circumstance demanded that
the bed must still be shared.
Things were tough, no time for fun,
except for weekend booze.
Friday 20th May 2016 5:10 pm
Been working hard loving
working hard chances way too many, many
you’re foolish not to let me go
you helped me walk when i was off
you told me this was the last time
i’m sure its nice to change the bloody razors
maybe turn back the clocks
those where the days
I know i fucked it up
I know i was the clown, banana peel
you come around, you hear the sounds...
Thursday 28th January 2016 10:03 pm
by a Drunk & Angry Poet!
Fuck you! You selfish bastard
You wanker, prick & runt
You think that I deserve this
You're an ugly little cunt
Throughout our 14 years
Via your manipulation
You've broken me piece by piece
Now I'm changing that situation
You think that you can fuck her
And keep me as a friend
You think I'll take it lying down
Believe me this is the end
Thursday 28th January 2016 2:34 pm
I don’t wanna be on of those guys
out of place
emotional problem solving, constant
it sounded good on paper
now just more different
he’s being such and such a way
they don’t know where things are
why are they even arguing?
what people are we?
is today the same as yesterday?
yesterday as in when...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 4:47 pm
My heart is breaking
Particles of glass are shattering
The happiness that once existed is now but a lost memory
I will truly miss the way we used to be
A family once one whole
Now two halfs, and I am in the middle.
I push myself away,
I can always stay strong for the rest of the day
Behind closed doors I am a wreck
My heart can't help wondering what will break next
Thursday 19th March 2015 1:19 pm
See their faces so jaded
With all the torturous barking they hear
Over and over and over again
Assaulting their innocent ears
Our mouths keep spitting out poison
There’s bile wrapped in every word
After all these years of affection
How did our love become so absurd?
And I hope, just hope
You sleep sound and safe in your single bed on this night
Monday 14th October 2013 6:28 pm
you wear your bones
on the outside now.
the smile that once danced
at all our parties,
now a recluse.
folded arms protect the place
where I once died
a past eternity of joys
you spit formalities begrudgingly,
take every chance to turn your face -
still managing to leave
a shadow of
i knot my tongue,
stem the flow of words;
worthless now, disarmed...
Friday 10th April 2009 3:05 pm