Poetry Blogs (2017, Lost)
Deb McFarlane on GOODBYE SON (3 hours ago)
I still think about you a lot
But in the most selfish way
Wishing I could float my way to heaven
And find the words to say
Are you scared
Are you alone?
Are you happy
Is it home?
I'm scared to move on
I'm alone inside my head
I'm happy when I think of you
Your home is here instead
I wish I could trade you places
But I know that's wished a lot
At the very least can I be
The man that ...
Monday 11th December 2017 1:52 pm
Your smile melts me,
With just a laugh I'm yours.
I see your eyes bright up and it drives me wild,
Releasing the butterflies,
Allowing them to fly with joy.
I said I love you,
As you simply smiled and hugged me.
Don't let go...
I will miss your warmth,
Your way of making me feel safe.
Tell me to stay the night.
Let me fall asleep in your arms,
Let me f...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 2:22 am
Walking to the high mountains on a side,
I am perplexed before the raging current,
I don't know where to turn or run.
The truth is that I wander the sides of a street uninhabited by man,
The pavement overflowing with failure and sadness.
Take a look over the edge,
Take a look into the abyss of this world,
So stale the crumbs of rotten food.
The way the leaves whistle the call of a mo...
Saturday 15th July 2017 6:01 am
Lost inside this long black tunnel
Wandering steps I can't retrace
Walking down a path that has no end
Is there no way out of here
There's a blood clot in my heart
So I cut deep to heal the ache
Only to find no heart
Just a hurt that's growing inside
The thought of this is making me ill
But it the only thing working for me
Trying to untied the knots in my st...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:36 am
The more I go
The darker it gets
Doesn't matter what is my choice
It's always the wrong one
I missed all the tracks
But there is no survivor left in me
I wish I was the never ending story
That at least came to end.
Wednesday 26th April 2017 8:36 pm
love is like a wing
it lifts you up
into the sky
and shows you
that you always wanted
but when it gets stormy
you will be hit
and lost a feather
you do everything
to find that one feather again
and to stick it on you
just for the hope and feeling
you belong together... again
Sunday 16th April 2017 3:35 pm
The cage she’s in is paper thin,
She sits upon her perch and then
She cries, a chirp, a whistle, a hymn,
But no one hears the bird.
The world she’s in is waging war,
She cannot try to match the score.
And now, she screams out, “Nevermore”,
But no one hears the bird.
Flutter as she might, she fails,
Falls to the clutch of someone else.
And then she tries to r...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:05 am
To The Addicts Of The World
Cunning baffling and powerful are the words used to describe,
The truth of what addiction is, it will take your life with a knife.
Everything you thought you were becomes lost,
All that you cherish and love, gone at what cost?
Millions of people struggle everyday and it's truly tough,
Knowing that one is too many and a thousand never enough.
Pot, heroin, me...
Monday 27th February 2017 9:50 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
Back in 1995 I seem to have been a whole lot angrier than I am today! And more lost. But there's certainly some energy here.
Lost when your eyes are too wide,
lost when the sky
shouts high notes
when it should be whispering;
lost when the fires die.
Lost when complete strangers
give you the finger and grin,
or when the beer and the noise stop
Sunday 12th February 2017 2:55 pm
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