Poetry Blogs (2016, selfish)
Do you think those
who always insist
on entering first
open doors for
others - offer help
when it isn’t needed
or ever look back,
except to bask
in their own reflection?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
Wednesday 1st August 2018 6:51 pm
Your Skype signed in again
It’s so tempting to call you
There’s a voice screaming at me to just
Pick up the phone
Just pick up the phone
Against every urge
I’m silent, all except these prose
I must stay silent
Wait for what?
For the message, the text, the phone call
Another voice tells me
That will never happen
Selfishly, I want you to miss me
I want to make you miss me
Sunday 26th November 2017 3:22 am
Every bit of what I see, I soak up like they are my needs for survival; I take it in to make me feel whole.
Each star dot-to-dot, I join, thieving the light from the sky.
The trees, the grass I will smell.
Then no one can ever smell them again.
The windows, the rooftops, the buildings, bottles, bins, buses and the yellow droplets of fuel that seep from their engines;
Thursday 31st August 2017 1:15 am
O what i wonderful day for me to wake up only to wait and see what horror lies ahead
I shall not falter but tread lightly on this thin line and proceed to go on with my day
Let me put on my boots work my hours long but fulfilling
Learn my job hard but where I can achieve greatness but first i must be great
Talented as such myself will show me more behind the closed door
I lie on...
Thursday 29th September 2016 6:23 pm
Its so much easier
not thinking for yourself
To not be yourself
To not care for yourself.
You hurt less people
You don’t get in the way
You make people happy
Your feelings just go away.
Deep down inside
You know you are screwed
That one day soon
Someone is going to wake
Something inside of you.
Confusing how its not yourself
That opened up t...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 5:31 am
How sick is it that I want to strip away all your new found happiness
Squeeze your memory dry of her
Rip open the healed stiches on your heart
And find myself sliding down, inch by inch
Making myself comfortable
In what is rightfully not
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:17 am
THE LIE THAT IS LOVE
Who’s ever fallen for the lie that is called LOVE? Been fucked over by gal who appears to like them, then pushes them away like a piece of trash? Unwanted, used and feeling shit. Actions that are the total opposite of love and the lie that it is. No worries, build walls around yourself, let no-one in and only you have the key. If they want to access your heart, say fuck...
Thursday 25th August 2011 11:22 pm