Grey is not really a subjective wordDescribing the malaise within.A colour does not do it justiceIn how ugly it truly is.The beauty dimmed in my eyesHappiness a fleeting thoughtEvery pain filled second drags forever onAs I die slowly inside.Hating every fibre of my beingDispossessed of all that is good.A shell filled with tormented criesOf loathing…
Category: Poetry
Poetry
Down
Languish here with a frownNever up, always downJust barely pretending to be a clownWaltzing glumly around the town. You say I should be HappyA smiling, likeable, clapping chappieWith a smile a bit too gappyAnd sentiment, cute and sappy. But see here, I am downNo one else’s happy clownA bitter resenting frownMouthing “fuck off” to the…
Trying to be different
My love for you is like a big cow, moo.Is something I should say in earnest,A different take in romancing you,Just something shouted really not churlish.Perhaps wrestling a lion fiercelyOr diving into custard from high upPerforming circus tricks romanticallyMight be the declaration of love and luckI’d do anything to see that bright smileProving my love…
Winter has fallen in our lives
Winter has fallen in our livesDo not cry or shed that tear,She soars now on open breezeAbandon all that’s laced with fear.Honeyed humoured uttered wordsLaugh and smile at memoryIn our hearts fulfilled,Clinging to unencumbered certainty.Wipe away that darkling frownIn thought and deed she’ll ever reachLift your head unto the stars.Smiling at eternal peace. This poem…
Junkie
When you are an addict, everything’s greatNothing matters or needs to relate.All you need is another syringeAnother fix; another binge.Some powder lying on the spoonAwaiting a voyage up the barrel soon.Shot at speed into veins, bared armNullifying pain, bringing warmth and calm.Drowning in sweet bliss, void deepHeroin, my love, my will to keep.
Breaking
Bend like willow, springing back,Supple to the worldly weight,Heaped on shoulders to bare.Bare you must, it is the way,Taking all that’s thrown at you.Absorbing troubles, grappling anxieties,Piling on more worldly weight,Bending double but carrying on.Creaking, cracking, caught in a cycle.No longer bending but set to break.
Bus shelter at midnight.
Last bus went 30 minutes ago.Now I’m just here alone, waitingto shelter late night revelers from the weather.The lashing rain battering my windowsdripping cold waters onto the metal mesh seat.Mixing with stale urine,Lagered vomit and detritus swimming.A cold wind blows, whistling thoughdiscordant in its berating tune,sardonic sounds to pipe the night away.
Poet
Swathes of words, forms, meter.Colours bright, objects defined,Sometimes even a rhyme sublimeBut you know, not all the time.Humour, drama in equal proportionsConcocted, rabidly writtenSauntering silently scrawling onEngaging in alliterationScritching scratching on the pagePen dipped in onomatopoeic fiction,Which I hear is all the rage.And not a serious predilection.With Haiku, pantoum, syllables counted,Rhythm and meter often flouted.Obey…
Nature walk
Close your eyes on your stroll,Take a breath, deep and deeper still,Let the air fill those lungs and exhale.Let your mind open and listen,No longer vision blocking the soundsImages around disappearAnd noise comes into bright focus.The creak of trees, swish of branchesSwaying in the breezelightly touching your face.Chirp of chaffinches, the caw of crowsMelancholy in…
The Cheat
“What the hell did you do?”Was shouted at red cheeks,lashing his face with guilt and spit.As he turned and left, aloneagainst the onslaught of fists pummeling.Every envenomed hit, a percussion of derision.The Catholic conscience cleanser,mopping away the sin,absolved by the fist and the sobs.Away from the house, away from them.Ring flung at the retreating man.Gold…