Poetry Blogs (2017, self)
I want a better life for my precious little boy
I want him to have a life that he can actually enjoy
In a town like this with limited prospects
The best that you can hope for is that life doesn't get to complex
And that you don't have to escape with
self destructionalised vibes
And that you can appreciate the beauty
in the ever changing tides
Life's not about finding ...
Tuesday 15th May 2018 11:38 am
Dead wood, no good.
Get rid of the dead
wood that won’t burn
like wet yew branches.
People are dead wood,
like soul callouses.
They cling to you,
bring only judgement.
Spouting forth sin,
or their own piss;
its all the same
when you don’t drink it.
They call you wrong,
say you are useless,
no use for burning.
I smack the dead wood
out of my life,...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:33 am
Eyes that seek truth,
A heart that knows no bounds
A mind that eludes and intimidates
A soul that is and always was free
Determined and passionate
Emotional but strong
I can get through anything
Even when I don't want to
There are times when I do not know myself
These times are hard
Patience will show my path
I'm so grateful I was not alone
I'm still not al...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:50 pm
you draw rust where heat’s been;
some passage of time;
life’s clouded outcomes;
weather or not we care.
you’re iron to me; blood strength.
took years to find you;
all: frame, hinge, key, arch;
allowing passage back.
Wednesday 11th October 2017 2:52 pm
Why do you expect so much good in other people
Why do you pray so much under every steeple
How can you be ok to be disappointed all the time
And hurt yourself with so much hope inside
You’ll never learn your lesson if you try to be blind
To The bad side of people you try to hide
And let them inside your heart again
Is it a crime to let them cause you so much pain
To the poi...
Monday 11th September 2017 4:17 pm
In those darkest, darkling months
when both belief and hope were lost
when love was stretched taught beyond endurance
when pain and understanding spiralled
There was some doubt of destiny:
could love be snatched away;
and child a mother lose?
A new reality to supplant all we knew
Monday 1st May 2017 12:04 pm
How many times can one person be reinvented
I have run from myself so many times
I have fled from who I am
in order to be someone better
But always I fall short
Always I fail
Always I become someone changed but still the same
Always I leave behind the good
And carry with me the bad
I flee from the things I hate
Like a bat out of hell
I try to outrun the parts of my...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:56 am
Is the pain of loneliness worse than the pain of regret
Than giving away another part of your shrinking soul
I only have so much to give
I do not know how to stop
I am not eternal
I am not limitless
I am finite
There is a certain amount of me
And some parts never grow back
Some parts, once given, cannot ever be recovered
I cannot be returned to who I once was
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:55 am
My friends do not understand
Every one of their smiles is a noose
Every act of friendship is another weight on my shoulders
I am weighed down by love, I am weary from carrying it so long, so far
I cannot hold this heaviness much longer
I cannot hold onto this burden
Knowing I do not deserve it
Knowing it is not meant for me
Knowing I should not accept it
Knowing how wast...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 4:09 am
She speaks up for the thousandth time,
when it's easier to keep quiet.
A star who says what's is in her soul
when you respond with your mouth.
A shard of silver pain in her heart.
But they have no idea.
You say the first thing in your head,
collapse her nebulous boundaries.
She’s a people pleaser, easily moved
by those who would like her to fall.
A nebula that ca...
Tuesday 7th March 2017 11:17 am
We were like ‘yin and yang’,
‘Spick and Span’
- Hot pot, big pan -
slick and tanned!
The could we can -
sweet, sweet like marzipan!
The kind of love that makes you FAT,
that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.
- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -
But I walked and you ran,
I was kicked like tin-can
then you thought you were tin-man,
cause you forgot your heart ...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 11:28 am
Traveller: walk roads.
Wash eye's innocence in life's flow.
Erode face-gullies in time's flood.
Let years sculpt wisdom into an open soul.
Face journey's lessons willing.
Respond. Adapt. Change.
Face alternate current.
Learn. Change again.
Be you. Inner you. Consistent.
Time's sculpture, life's subject.
Friday 27th January 2017 8:52 pm
The whole of life cowers in a shadow
as I sprawl undone on the leather sofa
those lingering promises blown apart
their bloodstained shards
decorate my mind
O beauty, beauty
you'll be the death of me
I say nothing when I hear you speak
I hear nothing but my voice saying
'give yourself to me'
And you can choose not to remember
you can opt not to partake in recollecting
but the guilt...
Wednesday 8th June 2016 10:40 am
And now I must recover myself
Left, after centuries of fearful neglect
Washed up to dry on a sunless beach.
And now I must plait my hair
Dull, after nights of washing in grease
The guilty searches for lost affection.
And now I must return home,
Home, where I’ve never been
And sit a while and say sorry, I’m sorry, to me.
Wednesday 16th March 2016 3:27 pm
Is it a fool who waits for which he knows will never come, Searching for a pinhole of light in the darkness that has become, Turning off lamps dumbfounded by what he has done, Is my fate the same as this man I see in plain view, Though I try to evade, Everytime I look into the mirror, He stares back at me too.
Sunday 15th March 2015 9:41 pm
I've wondered at the pain inside
I've wondered at the choices
I wonder about the boy that died,
and why I never lost the voices.
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:12 am
I came across a hole one day
I filled it with my soul
But too frail was my soul that day
And too deep to fill the hole
I left it there in that hole, that day
I gave it up for lost
But I'll come back to that hole one day
With much more soul to toss.
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:05 am
Time sleeps in the distant desert,
and sitting softly under the yellow sun,
dried and dehydrated,
there is a seed that waits for the rains.
- I am that seed.
I wait for the rains with open hands
and when they wash over me time wakes refreshed
and I’ll drink all I need
-I am that seed.
The seed that longs to know
the secrets of this distant desert,
and when my ...
Friday 21st February 2014 8:38 am
Never plan anything
that’s my motto
And if you can leave something till tomorrow
then leave it
Don’t think about loved ones
-Love no one
And consider yourself first and foremost
above everyone and everything
Don’t get involved
and don’t feel bad about leaving something
Any money you make -spend on yourself
and don’t start thinking about...
Monday 15th July 2013 3:19 am
do you remember
we placed hooks in our eyes?
waiting in our sleep
to catch the darting lies
that swam inside our heads
do you remember
we should have walked
the chrome stacked streets
that rolled like silver eels
where stub ends sailed on tarry keels
in that vanishing space between
the night clubs gaudy hush
and necessities capital morning rus...
Sunday 13th January 2013 10:51 am
The hand reached into the pocket and pulled out lint. Expecting the worst, the lint was a better gift than anticipated. A cop asked me if there are any sharp objects she should know about, I say, "no", knowing that I have dirty tricks up my sleeve. I am arrested. It could always have been worse. So could I. But here I am. Jail Cell. Alone. No friends close. No bail. Alone. Surrounded by humans ...
Monday 3rd September 2012 7:29 pm
Is that why?
for so many years with the pain reminiscent of childbirth
and cried with longing and loss
the empty hollow and the useless womb
Is that why
and found each day weighed heavier than the last
and my body dried and drained
and my world shrank to a parody
Is that why
Tiny webbed fingers a hea...
Tuesday 15th February 2011 8:57 am
live and die
and very inviting
oh glory be
praise the sacredness
of true womanhood
I'm gladly trapped
a joyous prisoner
playing with you
playing with my thoughts
melting into pure lust
you desire me
to exhibit my
I'm aware of your
of your red blooded
and beating heart
together we'll explore
our sacred whore
and we'll return from paradise
desiring more m...
Tuesday 26th August 2008 12:06 am