Dear Mortal Enemy,
In our lives we have carefully avoided each other.
But in every happenstance we meet there is no refuge.
If you could look back on a time before.
Maybe we were even friends once.
A Man Who Is Tired Of Fighting,
Simon Clark


Dear Depression,
What is your motive for killing me?
Did I do something wrong?
Or is it because I’m still alive?
The Immortal
Simon Clark


Dear Human C.H.I.L.D.
Please treat me W.E.L.L.
I am for learning how to S.P.E.L.L.
Don’t press my buttons too H.A.R.D.
Learn to spell,
Speak & S.P.E.L.L.

just before he left
I kissed him again
and he pulled me deeper
I thought he was the gravity

I almost saw the stars,
Jupiter, Venus and Mars.
But you stole my wings from me,
And replaced them with a cheep plastic mockery.
I ran away tonight,
Ran from the dull city lights.
I ran away in the rain,
hoping it would wash away my pain.
But the dark was lonely,
It didn't consume me.
Maybe I'll have better luck next time,
Maybe I'll come up with a better rhyme.

he said, "let's keep this between us"
while pulling my hair, kissing my tired lips
both my eyesight and judgment are clouded
by his handsome look, facing one breathe away
but the night is changing, so does his mind
when the morning knocks, I was alone
laying on my bed, missing his gentle hug
with our secret Sunday

Yeah! I had a dream last night.
I saw someone belonging to me and I belonged to someone,
But can’t say who or can’t say why,
They were stranger and so was I,
Talking to each other of a paradise,
Where no one is foe and no one is friend,
Where someone belongs to all and all belong to someone.
I dreamed of a world where no land is mine and none is foreign.

I saw someone,
No matter why or no matter where,
Because they were there and I was too,
On the land which was not foreign nor was mine,
But I thought of someone
Who belonged to me and I belonged to someone.

If I'd bottled up every thought & ounce of sadness devouring me at this moment in time, it'd suffocate me.
When my chest actually feels the heaviness of hurt with every breath I inhale, I struggle to exhale...in the thought I'll be unable to retrieve my next breathe
Memories...of what was...what I needed it to be...hopes and aspirations for a home and family
Beat at my soul.
Death..it has died.. Grieving over the corpse of the thought of a love bond with him, that raised our little ones together & carried me into our elderly days..
But it was that..just a thought..
One that I conjured up in my need to feel safe..it never truly was..Love.
He never truly Loved...me.
Today I'll cry, I'll cry until I feel I've emptied my pain out of my chest and I can inhale fully again..

Some days I know why I carry on,
but
Days like today,

I have no idea why.