You may make a face and keep it on,
But I saw the flesh before the stone-
And I know you.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
Some, life burns, some it saves,
Though we're all just corpses looking for our graves.
Tender petals brace as the north wind blows,
But why and to what we cling on to, no-one knows.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
When do you wake? When do you cry?
Is it both by yourself? What colour's your sky?
Do you still stare at the wall in your room?
Does it stare back in lamplit gloom?
When do you smile that smile that I knew?
Do you know, do you care that it rains here, too.
What do you think? What do you do? When you're being yourself and not being you.
Are you feeling the cold, with the nights drawing in - with leaves piled in corners and the sun getting thin?
When do you smile that smile that I knew?
Do you know, do you care that it rains here, too?
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
I dream and when I dream, you are sometimes there.
You did not die.
Instead we talk of how scared we were that you would not make it through.
How it was a terrible time for all of us
But now things are back to normal.
It seems right and not strange at all that you are part of things as ever you were.
But this is a dream, though I do not know it,
I never do.
Only when I wake, does all the sense turn to nonsense
You did die. I did lose you.
But I grasp the notion that these dreams are perhaps a way of telling me that somehow you do survive.
And somewhere round the corner just ahead and out of view, you are.
One day dreams will be and I shall wake from waking.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Here I stand, inside the close and turning walls,
Balancing my humours against the seasons,
Hoping against the tide that blood will beat the brood.
But I can see dogs on the Ferris Wheel
And I know there will be torches in the town.
So I will remain here,
Inside the close and turning walls.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Almost all of the time, I do not notice it.
I distract myself unconsciously
And carry on.
I am me and all the people that others know me to be.
I smile and laugh and make amusing comments to make others laugh.
I maintain connections.
But every so often, I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, of the figure crouching to hide in the dark corner of the room. Any room.
And then, almost never, I stare, to try and see his face.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
Humanity, in all its dreadful shades,
Shall shuffle and leap to its varnished doom.
It shall grind and break its very bones in selfie congratulatory glow;
A sickening dance of death,
Salty and twisted and sweet.
Tear-stained and hating, it claws the wall as the stairs fall towards the blank.
Laugh in fear, embrace yourselves and believe that we are climbing,
Whilst onwards, onwards unto the abyss.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Show bit of backbone will you?
No-one cares a bit.
Stiffen up your top lip
Coz no-one gives a ****
Don't pour your heart on paper
It only serves to show
Others, their own pain in rhyme
Why do they need to know?
You're a man and you'll **** up
But your problems are your own.
They're not the masses *****
Broadcast from your phone.
To wallow in anxiety
Is boring, sad and sick.
Just shut up and get on with things
Stop being such a *****
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
Swirling its obscurity to envelope and disorientate,
Veiling the path both for and aft,
Creating shapes of mystery in the dense abstract.
Folk emerge and vanish as characters through the billowy grey,
Faces lost and found only to be lost again.
Everywhere is where it is,but where you seem to be
Yet I am shrouded just the same to those who strain to see.
The journey of the half-seeing eyes finds only fleeting refuge,
Streetlamps burn their blurry beacon for the weary and the lost,
The huddled and the homeless comfort in the glow within the gloom.
Yet peril lurks in the unknown nooks where illumination fears to dare
Hurry on before we discover what is waiting there...
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
I could make up lots of things just to throw at you,
But this isn't a movie or a play and we won't get to do it again.
This is real and the truth is whatever look I'm giving.
I loved you and still do.
And the pain is knowing that it isn't enough.
Songs I sung and films I watched will puncture my skin,
When I recall them without warning.
The sea has receded and left me beached; the tide was too fast.
There is no plan yet for how I stand up.
I wish you well because the man I want to be would say that,
But there is a child inside that wants what is not permitted.
This facet of me is threatening the peace.
This is real and I do not wish to leave an indelible scar in the shape of a mistake.
You are the great love of my life that never was,
Neither love nor life.
Think of me; don't think of me,
Let me see you but stay out of my sight.
I don't know how this can go on from here,
But I know it is real.
I shall be destroyed.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC