Poetry Blogs (2016, drugs)
Contradiction is inevitable.
Monotony is life.
a selfish freedom from the past.
White open spaces,
existence and impermanence.
The great abandonment,
the greatest agony,
blue open skies, open arms,
open mind over mind
over matter mad as a hatter
no matter the weather,
I don’t ...
Monday 7th November 2016 2:57 pm
Lost my way in the sun,
got lost in my oblivion,
wandered through the maze
inside my brain
found my way
I broke the wires
but I make them pure,
gold like a river
I let it go,
My yellow brick road
will take me home
to the silver blue,
my pure, my sweet,
my golden fire moon.
I fell in lust,
the ego owned ...
Saturday 8th October 2016 12:08 pm
At first love was a pump, a needle,
Eyes wide when your high
...Or see someone you like.
Stifled, we always rivalled
Till no more, the beat became sore
And we spiralled, overdosed,
Hot headed, cold blooded.
Passion became blown out,
The anticlimax of a candle...
Like the heroin ran through her heart,
Like the cocaine contorted her chest,
Like the salvia had shaken ...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 5:18 pm
It's all a trap,
You say just one drink, won't hurt right?
Just one line, I won't do it again.
Just once , I want to try the needle to see what the big fuss is about...
I'll just kiss you once , like you won't break my heart.
Just to flirt with death and heartbreak seems to be an addication itself.
Flirtation, the most innocent form of doing something that will lead to something...
Thursday 21st April 2016 7:40 am
I was born here, under Maggie's rule.
Living beneath her Spitting Image character
hanging from a telecom wire overhead.
The youth here knew hate before they knew love
and everybody hated the Iron Lady.
Everything here was grey; from the rows of well-worn
tenements and dirt-strewn streets to the sunken eyes
of every battered wife.
Violence was rife, accepted as normality.
A messed up reali...
Tuesday 12th April 2016 11:07 am
I'd like you to like me
and I'd like you to know,
Id doesn't like me and Superego doesn't know where to go.
I've planned a trip to where the tulips grow -
find a vein, push a plunger, let the psychotropes flow.
I know you don't like me
and we've nowhere to go.
Ego doesn't know what to do and Id has hate to sow.
I'd like you to, I'd like to oblige you to throw
Monday 11th April 2016 2:32 pm
Can you see the track marks up her arms?
With my wide eye
The stranger upon her neck.
Like the birthmark of a bloodhound,
Like a grisly flesh pinch,
An angrily sealed wound,
A Chinese burn,
A beating burning bruise,
A bloody blush:
The bite of the hungry.
Teeth she counted like cash,
The molars which paid her fine
And got her Alice's very own wonder
Monday 22nd February 2016 9:13 pm
Drugs. Addiction –
back by popular demand.
A way to end the boredom,
spoil another day.
living second hand.
Last two quid for the ‘leccy' box
in a load of rusty change.
frustrated as one can.
Can’t entertain all the time
and have constructive ideas.
all letters in the sand.
Want to know the futu...
Monday 18th January 2016 4:02 pm