A Poem A Day Keeps The Demons At Bay

Oct 2017

Poetic T

I collect my words,
  leaving them in my wallet
         for when their meant to be spent..

And like vouchers I spend my words
                                   at the right time..
here's a voucher with a ******* for
           the times you never stood by me..

And here is a coupon
             for a rock when you needed me
                           and you can sink silently...

#coupons #sink #silenlty #stood #silently

Oct 2017

Poetic T

Question Mark

We all question our motivation and endeavours
                     of life's cause and effect.
Then we realise,
           life is a challenge of moments,
and how we play the game of our finite moments...

Do we give up?
              or do we collect our strength
      and show all that were
                   stronger than a question mark..

#question #mark #strengh #game #finite

Oct 2017

Poetic T

When Paper Aeroplanes Fall

There were words scribbled in
pencil, on a singular piece of paper,
I folded into a paper plane...

Throwing it from the balcony of
my window, I was single never finding
love. But I threw my feeling out into
the world beyond my reach...

I waited for days, but never did my
thoughts fly towards me..
they must have statically landed
beyond the reach of other hearts..

Wrote within I had penned simply.
"If my heart glides to you and you find
my words of merit, let your kisses envelope
my wings and glide back to the window of my heart"

Do you realize how far a paper plane laden with
emotions can fly, it never sank.. But floated on
the breath of loneliness, until it found a window
of opportunity. folded words were read upon.

Days had ventured past my window until a
letter fell though my door.. And with it words.
"Though you flew to me, I found it easier for
my words to walk to you doorstep an read my words"

When the walls of trepidation fell, and I saw the
mirror of my word I knew that my hart had flown
true. You were the wings of my thought and I was
the reflection that brought you to my heart.

#heart #paper #aeroplanes #love #emotions

Oct 2017

Paul Hardwick

Think.

Reaching out on all sides
trying to move my world one step on
from where I have come
on the inside
where I began
my unconscious mind
nourishing sleep
pictures flow
mind grows
surrealism
tries to wake my soul
and pow I am awake again.

Love P@ul. ***.

Oct 2017

Poetic T

The Only LightHouse In The Neighbourhood

I was the light house gauging the trouble
crashing on the green seas beneath my
window. Rough seas, vocal waves of
perpetual ship wrecks..

I would gaze upon the shoreline
of my view, looking for any trouble
that could wash ashore. Momentary
riptides of hormonal adolescence gained.

What could take a life, a single moment of
not watching the shore. So I shone my
gaze upon another's abandoned hopes,
leading them from the rocks of anguish..

That day I was the lighthouse of reality,
when below waves were gathering.
I was a light in moments of disarray,
But on that day no one washed ashore.

When I was younger in youth, there were bad apples, I don't think they meant to be, but on one day one apple had something that could end a life with just a pull of a finger.. so I warned the other.. I think I saved a mistake that day as he never took the challenge and the other was never so stupid to bring that out again...

#lighthouse #searching #lookout #friends #hormones

Oct 2017

Poetic T

Our Brows Tell Our Story

Were vagabonds of the streets!
each one a collection of memories,
carried like a hearse on our shoulders.
Waiting to be buried in shallow graves.

Did you read every epilogue of sadness
that collected on so many brows...
Each a sentence of our life deleted
by life's eroding moments.

We could hold life in single use bags.
Never reused but fading at the handles
of life's weight. We collect like refuse
in the corners of close shutters, static.

Did you read every epilogue of sadness
that collected on so many brows...
Each a sentence of our lives deleted
by life's eroding moments.

Time is chains on the pressures of
every moment, every step reminds us
of all the mistakes that brought us here..
Life is smothering us as we sleep alone..

#life #homeless #sleep #fear #steps #brow

Oct 2017

Poetic T

Between Air And Earth

loitering between
         earth
                       and air,

A cord of
                in-between
moments.

As we regret or
                breath relief,
of life's final moments..

#thoughts #depression #breath #relief #final

Oct 2017

Poetic T

Silly Little Haters

Baiting the haters
           lining up the
hook to catch a *****..

Wait for a while..
       they bite quickly.
And then the tethers pulls..

Another hater baited
        showing there true colours..
Fake faces fall, showing truth..

"Haters are people thinking there strong"
          *"But really they're weak of morals"

#haters #truth #fake

Oct 2017

laura

i can chase you forever

blue diamond eyes
hand reaching back at me
out in the feels-tingle-fields

country music isn't like country
these days
murica isn't quite the same as she was either

Oct 2017

Paul Hardwick

People.

People take selfies
and pictures of one another
just in case they missed it the first time they saw it
all stored in their phones
which hardly ever leaves their handi's
only to see the image they saw
is not right
that is not how I remember it
you had to be there
you would have seen it
the joke is on you
now the world is not the same
nor are you
Think I have a filter for that.

I love people, do you do?

P@ul. ***. with love.