Poetry Blogs (2020, insanity)
The greying morning
Barked like a dog
Trapped in a well
A sound so hollow
It shattered glass
In the cabinet where
She kept her memories
Tied in knots
The braying moon
Shone silver needles
Into the face
Of the weeping child
Screwing its hooks
Into soft flesh
Making the lanterns
Quiver with rage
In the ragged garden
Tuesday 11th February 2020 12:08 am
What is the scale of reality?
We all have our own truths
Our own views
How do you quantify actuality?
“A fantasy is a vision
It is solely in your vision
It is envisioned by you
A vision is a fantasy”
But saints had visions!
Politicians have visions!
Some people have double vision
Anyone that has sight has vision
Whether they have a sixth sense
Wednesday 19th June 2019 1:28 pm
Today I realized something a lot of people go out of their way to hurt a single individual but it seems as though the way I've lived my life and every day that I fought this addiction I've learned to adapt and now not only does the single individual that I desire to downfall fall I've learned to observe things take the time to notice the small details of everything that surround me in my life so n...
Monday 30th July 2018 7:34 am
I’ll not cry for the fear of dying but I’ll shed a tear for all the things I will never know. The grand wormwood ran through the cracks of my broken glass and I could not look away, I watched them slowly put the needle back under the straw bed, in an instant rage the filthy ragged wool blanket was in the air, like a fool I could not look away. The smell of Absinthe filled the little...
Saturday 11th March 2017 5:52 pm
My greatest decision was to give my heart to nobody, but it resulted in an amazing loneliness. I created a safe haven. A comfortable place in my head, where words couldn't reach and prying eyes could never see. But with the gain of comfort, there came a sudden, unexpected loss of understanding.
I began to look for answers in places I had never dreamed existed, places that only exist in t...
Friday 14th October 2016 5:57 am
Take Big Ben as it stands
rebuild it in the desert sands
see if time makes any sense
with its monstrous grandeur
under ancient stars
by the way, what's the time on Mars?
Sunday 15th November 2015 8:33 pm
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
The lights are dim,
The band plays loud,
The audience are the usual crowd.
There's John and Jim against the bar,
Commenting on the lead guitar.
Leanne sits with her best mate Sam,
Shouting over the music, how she loves her man.
Her man, Brad, is at another table,
Flirting with a lass named Mable.
Then Wobbly Bob staggers over the floor,
Empty glass in his hand as he o...
Tuesday 13th January 2015 1:08 pm
You used to ask me.. What does pain feel like?
You told me that there will come a time,
When we will feel the sun, but not know it as the sun,
Hear the wind, but not know it as the wind,
And our ribcages will open out like arms in front of us.
You used to ask me.. If pain was what happened when the wrong hands touched the right skin.
You told me that you were so sc...
Friday 27th April 2012 6:22 pm
A journey through
Between my moments of darkness and despair, I discovered a God I know is there!
In revelations rapturous He was slowly revealed to me, till I fell asleep again and forgot His immediacy! In that forgetfulness I felt fear, but its intensity decreased as we neared 'here'
and when I did re-remember Him each time He appeared more clear.
No words could...
Wednesday 9th November 2011 8:42 pm