Poetry Blogs (2018, desperation)
Lost and Found Pt 2
3 am. in the morning, on a dark, dank night
I opened the door to demons, my Soul taking flight
A tote on a bong, filled with ‘Lebanese black’
I’d lost my Soul, for certain there was no turning back
An ‘OBE’ as I’d never had before
Disregarding the warning, written on the door
In exile, the door slammed shut, tightly closed
Locked from the ou...
Thursday 10th January 2019 9:56 pm
I’m losing my mind.
Don’t you understand?
I’m desperately reaching out for your hand.
Don’t leave me hanging, slipping, falling…
down into the endless abyss of darkness,
Never destined to land.
You’ve saved me once before,
But this time there are no safety ropes.
I’m free-falling, plummeting, going down…
My only hope Is for you to save me now.
I’m losing my ...
Monday 18th June 2018 2:59 pm
Every moment to fear,
Forever holding back internal tears.
Life- so complicated,
The world too big, too scary,
my mind so full of queries.
Never certain, never happy,
each decision could be deadly.
An escapes impossible,
every outcomes implausible.
Sinking under water,
Always being taken for a martyr.
The pain runs so deep,
Barely able to ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 11:34 pm
Beneath a dull, greying sky - I lay, and I watch -
You stand there on hard earth
With your outstretched arms,
Beckoning me close,
And within your eyes - resides a coldness,
And I dare say -
Belies a desperation, a vanity that encloses your heart.
Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,
And you're twisted and crippled
Yet, you've lived on -
In an endless parade of in...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:35 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
The air is chilled,
the night has eyes
that watch the lovers
in the shadows.
in sinful eyes,
that hold the fear
where no-one goes.
A prowling man-trap,
to hold her own
in crowded rooms
that smell of death,
when you're singled out
and on your own.
Black Widow comes
Monday 4th March 2013 5:14 pm
Have mercy on me, set me free,
nobody's heard me scream
the sky grows darker by the hour
and these four walls seem ever closer
to my face, how did I end up
in this place?
Rendered useless, I have no power
of fight or flight, only fright
consumes me, what is to be?
I can't see that far
I don't deserve this, why is it me?
I'm shackled and ch...
Saturday 3rd July 2010 12:27 pm