Richard Graydon

Richard Graydon Nov 2021

In a Life of free will,
I chose to give myself away.
Not for wealth or influence, but
to learn everything I can,
Of you.

Procrastination poems

Richard Graydon Nov 2021

Deserve

I’m sorry, I know
you deserve, a better friend.
But as the day, always end
and time waits, never.
There was, not a whether,
But a when, I would fail you.

This was made because I felt like it. Sorta about me, sorta about how I fail everyone I care about. Pseudo-deep stuff.

Richard Graydon Nov 2021

Holliday

Concrete hallways guide forever,
Doors to doors, empty rooms.
The quiet hum of ventilation,
The silent loss of consciousness.
Fear what’s behind, don’t look!
Forget the breathing, on your back.
That wasn’t a touch, you can’t feel.

Fun!

Richard Graydon Sep 2021

Lost

Renewed view, renewed thrill.
Warm waters, rushed downhill.
A new life, no old me,
Frameless soul, cold and exposed.
Does someone know;
Where to go?

If someone cares, can they check if I already called a poem lost?

Richard Graydon Sep 2021

Shot

Purple fills the shot,
Sweet, Bitter, enjoyable pain
The sting, The rush, The high, The push
The fall, The ride, The haul, The lie
Purple is the shot,
A façade of what was;
Sting,Rush,High,Push,Fall,Ride,Haul,Lie
Purple fills the hole
a continuous flowing.

My new friends, if they are actually friends, said they liked some of my poems, but now I’m not even sure if they were genuine or being kind.

Richard Graydon Sep 2021

Waves

Jagged rocks await the crash,
Sea salt sits stubbornly in the air.
I peer hoping for a rush.
White noise chokes the brain;
blank stares fill the view.
Nothing changes.

White

Richard Graydon Sep 2021

Rage

Red roads rip ruthlessly
running rich regal peace.
Rapid reduction of thought,
Relentless loss of identity.
Frustration blinds the path
Relentless sun.
Runs red. Rage

The theme was red, can you tell?