I am broken
I am scars
I am silence
I am darkness
I am trouble.
I am *****
I am damaged
I am faults wrapped in eager flaws.
I am unrepentant
I am shamed
I am shattered
I am irreparable.

I am lost.

I am every child that was ever taken too soon from the breast of its mother.
I am every girl who's innocence was shredded by greedy hands and hungry mouths.
I am every pill I ever lined up and swallowed in the hope of sating the voice that begged for my passing.
I am every whiskey I ever chased into oblivion with another...and another ....and another.

I am all these things

and yet

I am hope
I am beauty
I am laughter
I am free.
I am honesty
I am belief
I am truth.
I am.
I am worthy...
I. am. worthy.
I am healing.
I am loved.
Finally.

My heart skipped a beat
as she walked down my street
and this cynical soul was ablaze
I stepped to her side
filled with foolish pride
and asked her to go on a date.
She smiled oh so sweetly
and whispered discreetly
The Farmers Arms at 3 pm
theyre showing the footie
upon the big telly
So be there and I'll see you then.
I floated on homeward
a Goddess I'd found
with a love of the beautiful game
I showered and suited
and cologned up and booted
to see this fair lady again.
I got to the Farmers as kick off was looming
the full bar my eyes deftly scanned
there she stood dressed in red
my poor heart filled with dread
as my feet stumbled back to the door
A united fan? That wasn't the plan
as I picked up my heart from the floor
her beauty delighted but love for United
is a flaw that just can't be ignored!

I can break my back to carve it
                                                       into the earth beneath.
                                                                                               I can float it across the clouds and sun, so it, the sky may repeat.
                  
                                                    
You, it has known
for centuries,                                                     inside you it will be,

                          And still, I cannot guarentee that you will see.

Oh to be there when you wake, your skin sweet and warm with the echoes of slumber. To watch as your smile dawns, more beautiful than any sunrise that has ever brought my world to life. 

To place my head upon your shoulder, my fingers coiled around yours, as our limbs tangle in hope of purchase against our parting and kisses bloom sweeter than any gift man's heaven could bestow.

Oh to lay there in stillness, silent against the insistent morning as love draws breath and home is found within whispers of tomorrow.

I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.

I push, with all my might
as my mind attacks your silence
and my heart whispers stop.

I believe for a second, then stumble,
clutching at hope,
in a last ditch attempt 
to hold on to myself,
to you,
to us.

I push again, harder now
drowning in defiance
as tears burn pallid flesh
and skin is softly bruised
by diagnosed loathing and sharpened hands.

I push once more
your name now an echo
too late upon my lips
an unwanted cry to the weary,
ever to remain unanswered.

Is HP now a T.V guide?
It drives me to distraction
to see these adds on the front page
when I want some poem action.
Our poets are all writing
and posting stuff to read
but the room is being taken up
by adds for crap tv.
So listen up dear spammers
this warning you should heed
shove your ****** adverts
anywhere but on my feed!!