“Front door ajar. The morbidity of the moment flows over the threshold hugging my feet. Reaching out my hand I pushed the door open and entered the house. I caught a glimpse of a black tide through the door to the dining room. Everyone’s sorrow embodied in their suits and boots. Going into that back … More Photographs At A Funeral
The mistakes, I repeat them. Circles, I go round in them. Stupid situations, I find myself in them. Stranger’s beds, I wake up in them. Feelings, I don’t have them. “I love you”, is what I tell them. Wanting out, need to get away from them. A nice guy, that’s what I seem to them. … More Them
Soon son, those demons shall be locked away, Your pain is almost over now. Don’t cry. Because in the end, night shall become day. Rest now child, sleep gently where you lay, No need to worry, this isn’t goodbye. Soon son, those demons shall be locked away. Shush now child, there’s nothing left to say, … More Soon Son Those Demons Shall Be Locked Away
Worming your way in, Look at what you’ve achieved. The distance between us, grows further. But I can see you’re relieved. Raging, ruthless, rewarding sin. Reap the harvest, replant your seeds. You’ve gained control now, Deep wounds, bleed. And I’m on the outside look, Screaming let me in.
This is one of the poems that got published in the ForwarPress Poetry Rivals book. — Lost love, I see you stood here before me, Beautiful and glowing, you’re an angel. Not able to have you. It’s worse than hell. I’ll change, I’ll be who you want me to be. Seeing you with him is … More Lost Love
When I’m with you I love you And when I’m not I don’t. I try to say this but, The words catch in my throat. I fill the inevitable silence, With more declarations of love. “You’re an Angel, Fallen from above.” Lies. Not in any sense true, But for some reason, I can no longer … More Lies
It’s been a while, And I can no longer picture you. Images and people, They’re all new. Cut and pasted into place, Covering over the memories of us. And I can no longer picture you. Try as I might, Thinking hard. Long. You are nothing more than a blurred face. Hidden deep in the mists … More It’s Been A While
The wind blows through the hole in my chest. An absence. I’ve been searching, cold. If you find the person, That flowers up your life, Don’t let them go. Maybe one day the world opens up and everything starts to get, How it was before everything went wrong. Let’s go right back to the start. … More Hole In My Chest
Time after time Circles running Around my mind Thoughts abound “Hello, it’s me again.” I know We’re the same you and I We both know why. Dark words Awkward nights Angry are we? Yes, I can see “Oh, it’s you again.” Storm clouds Of course that’s pathetic Fallacy Something done wrong I forgot to mention … More Hello It’s Me Again
Over thinking every feeling, Are things really as simple as they seem? I see her charm, is it directed at me? Or is mind just living a fantasy Over thinking every situation, Every motion captured, Played back in my mind. My brain, it needs to slow down. Over thinking every statement, Is that actually the … More Glasses Tinted Rose
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