Stillness takes time
To ooze through the gaps of meaning
And
Silence
Doesn't come
Until the horses have stopped hurtling towards the
End.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
yesterday
you
told
me
I
dont
love
you
anymore
the sand timer ran out.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
leaving me to drown
would be a fate less cruel
then falling asleep in your arms
and waking up
next to an empty space
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
I always thought that heart ache was poppycock.
I was wrong
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Smiling into the sun
and the kiss
As morning has just begun
and the sun is on my lips
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Street lamps play
As they have before
Dim walkway
Leading to a door
Careful steps
Strewn leaves
Breathe between gaps
Skulking like thieves
Rustling trees
Otherwise nothing
Mind at ease
Heart rapidly beating
Usually stops here
Usually I'd stir
But still in slumber
I drew closer
Eyes on door
Familiar scene
Stood here before
This dream I've been
Up the patio
Door was ajar
Accompanied by my shadow
Stretched far
Tunnel vision
Dripping eave
Door handle beckons
Hand raised to receive
Usually stops here
Usually I'd rouse
Allowed to enter
This time... This house
Handle I seize
Door seemed light
It did not freeze
Hinges did not fight
Revealed the insides
Scanned surroundings
Unlit lights
Stairs climbing
Footsteps I heard
Coming my way
Sounds absurd
But yet I stay
Usually stops here
Usually dream is done
But still was clear
It only had begun
Darkened figure
Descending on bare feet
Beauty light as feather
Ever did I meet
She did not see me
Planted at the doorway
Impossible it may be
Nothing did she say
Walked right by
My eyes followed
Seconds fly
In eternity they burrowed
Usually stops here
Usually I'd wake
Yet still I'm here
Chance I'd take
Stood at the fridge
Back towards me
Under siege
My mind set a flurry
Fridge was opened
Light casted her silhouette
Her back darkened
Curiosity grew fat
Illuminating beams
Accentuated her hair
Like golden streams
Flowing with flair
Usually stops here
Usually I'd startle
Connection did not sever
Continue I was able
Spellbound I gawked
Rooted like a tree
Wide-eyed I stalked
This siren before me
She drank
Not knowing I was there
Stiff as a plank
I was locked in a stare
Finally broke free
Shifted my weight
She turned to me
And then said...
Then it ceased
Then I awaken
Surprisingly pleased
Slice of heaven
Who was she?
Silhouetted face
Perpetually...
Mysterious grace
Foreign albeit familiar
Strange but true
Now rings clear...
It is you...
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
That's when I realised;
I'm not very good at writing dramatic single sentences.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
The devil once asked how I knew the way in hell,
I said I don’t need a map for the darkness I know so well.
Red; under my sleeves, fills my vision and makes me faint,
My mind could have guessed at the colour of paint.
Lost not found, stolen not taken,
Forged my lies and leaves me shaken,
Calloused hands grip at my veins and tug at my heart,
Bring Guns and Roses to my place for a start.
Then listen to my curse as I recite my poem, a void,
Understand how my head is filled with red destroyed.
Read my scars like lines in a book,
To the river that flows at the end of the crook.
Pray that my truth would come out fast,
Or my body and soul could be separate at last.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
A dull doll faced mug
Glinted by unknown light
Dried a drip of ancient drink
Dripped down quite
Hands clasped tight around
A mug of occult confession
Eyes teared as such
A sorrowful expression
Dappled light through glass
Chair scrapped along floor
Spotted plastic tablecloth
Shut tight wooden door
Homemade woollen tea cosy
Lumps of bricked sugar
Kettle whistling dolefully
Clicking stained cooker
Futile arms waving
Closed taught eyes
Sigh of calming thoughts
"Please, no more lies"
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC