Just A Scar

I peel back the layers to find the skin you have not touched
Erasing the lines your fingertips traced down my back
Washing away the kisses you left on my neck
Blinding myself to your smile etched in my eyes
Deafening my ears to your promising voiced lies
I will remove the memory of all you were
Eliminating you til you become nothing but a scar

Dusty dreams clutter my mind
And my past litters the present,
Crippling the slender future.
I walk in the shadow of rumours
And uncomfortable truths
Follow me doggedly
But I refuse to lie
Or hide who or what I am.
I ask no forgiveness for how I've lived
Nor do I seek salvation
Because the truth is, you see
I've had a ball!
And if I'm ******
I'm ****** if I care

                                 By Phil Roberts

they didn't tell you
you would still feel empty
with a crown on your head

You could say it's
all in my head,
it doesn't exist,
just a result of
a hope that persists
but,

There's got to be
something better than this..
Were humans and the world
just dropped and born
out of nowhere,
just to be dumped in eternal misery?
And if angels exist, where
do you think they live?
Not in the air or else
we'd be breathing them in constantly.

The afterlife exists
even for disbelievers,
Some call it Heaven,
some call it Hell...
What will it be?
Only dying will tell.

you can call it self-help
but all's relative in kelp
when you tell it like it is
and whelp give up
what you lived for
sedatives that have yet
to set in so you betta’
help yourself or let
someone else into
that little capsized world
of yours before you hurl
or wash up on shore
so take the boardwalk home
when you wake up in the
morning toward the nearest
port that is still storming.

© Matthew Harlovic