Poetry Blogs (2019, nightmares)
Soldiers In My Mind
I am at the pit of my breakdown
Saying goodbye to sleep I once loved
Food I could once eat without nausea
Dreams
That once allowed rest
Help me
I pray
Sitting on the floor sobbing
Do I allow this pain to make me human
Or wish it away?
I bring these matters to You
I cannot do it alone
I’m still processing
Picking out the safest part...
Saturday 16th November 2019 10:20 pm
Prince of Darkness
You try to trick
You try to play
But I told you
I won't let you stay.
In my head
You've made a home
Constantly screaming and
Finding space to roam.
Playing on repeat
Every reel I cannot stand
Scenes of trauma, the
Torture of your own brand.
I said go away
Told you I'll break,
It only gets worse
When I lie awake.
So I'll take your tools
And take away your space.
Ending it all toni...
Wednesday 9th October 2019 9:33 pm
Bath Bomb (TRIGGER WARNING)
One foot in as she tests the waters,
Scorching hot, enough to revel in.
Tub over-flows as her body sinks,
Like her heart filled with so much sin.
Flames make shadows dance on walls,
Anxious they jitter from beneath the seam.
Chest tightens under the weight of 100 bricks,
As the air continues to thicken with steam.
Tile floor stained with a crimson splash,
So sure this way she would never ...
Wednesday 9th October 2019 5:37 pm
Untitled
Tied down with fear
Grief heavy on my chest
Lifeless my body lies under the weight
Into my soul, your evil has infest.
Darkness screaming to escape
My skin rips from within
Shadows form until heavily they fall
Heart stained from crimson sin.
Monsters dance along the walls
Singing to the sound of desolation
Tangling the reel inside my mind
Burning through to confuse all emotion.
Sinking...
Wednesday 9th October 2019 4:56 pm
Ambushed
Running through a maze of halls
Every corner turned your face appears
Desperately trying to escape your grip
Yet my mind seems to volunteer.
Just from reach of your fingertips
Out of breath, I circle round,
"I'm sorry" consumes the air around me
Inevitably I am dead-end bound.
And so I find myself trapped
Your breath searing the back of my ears
Nails scraping these walls to getaway
...
Wednesday 9th October 2019 4:45 pm
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #19 {Living Death Traps}
{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #19} {Living Death Traps}
Well for many year's
now I have a
reoccurring vision, nightmare, illusion
that has me living
out a hellish living
death trap that haunt's
me ? night after
when I am able to
sleep
but most night's while
I am asleep I start
to have these dreams
or vision's that seems
so l...
Sunday 10th December 2017 4:15 pm
Flash Backs `N` Nightmares
{Flash Backs `N` Nightmares}
The bad flash backs `n` nightmares haunt's my life `n` mind `n` memory today it washes over my whole body almost crippling it like the first time it occurred it's purely agony on my poor old soul that I wish would disappear from me because it's a wrecking ball to my life today
`N` I can still see the flash backs `n` nightmares of the bu...
Friday 8th December 2017 6:56 pm
The Traveller's Eye
This is an attempt to capture the alien strangeness of the Nullarbor Plain which borders the Great Australian Bight. Despite its name it has plenty of hardy trees in places, but no surface water whatsoever. It is a totally flat expanse of bedrock almost seven hundred miles wide, and I have driven every inch of it!
The Traveller's Eye
O the light flows quickly over this blasted plain,
...Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:24 pm
am i selfish?
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
Recurring Nightmare
I dreamt I killed, then buried deep,
The memories that slighly seeped,
Like pricking pins in eyes that saw
Me hurt, then kill, then hurt some more.
When I awoke I did not know,
If the cellar parts were true or faux,
My parts were there, sure,
Tacked to brick,
To prick,
To prick,
To prick.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:29 pm
Night Scented Stock
Night Scented Stock
tick
unfamiliar room
in a strange bed
full of creaks
eyes heavy lidded
from restless sleep
shadows dance
in corners
at the edge
of your peering.
silence hisses
as the house groans
branches prise
at the window frame
scratching out
their insistent cravings
in regular tattoos
heartbeat racing
...
Wednesday 23rd October 2013 7:41 pm
Good Dreams, Bad Dreams
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:09 pm
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