#psr
These solid panes shield me
From the harsh winter,
The body piercing hail,
The numbing frost,
And from my true love.
For she is out there,
Somewhere.
Do I smash through this cocoon like barrier
That forever keeps me shielded
From the disappointments,
The deceit, the humiliation ,
The heartache, the rejections
That are waiting out there.
Or Do I offer myself,
And risk being scrutinized.
My actions picked apart with a fine tooth comb.
My motives questioned.
My dignity eroded
And everything that makes me
The person I am,
Stripped away until all that is left
Is something unrecognizable.
I have to.
For my true love is out there,
And I cant wait to meet her.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
We Smiled,
We Hugged.
We Kissed,
We Laughed.
I Woke,
I Realized,
I Sighed,
I Slept.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
Many words left unspoken,
As i watched you sail on by.
Many deeds left undone,
And now you drift out of my reach.
I could have called out to you.
I could have reached out my hand.
Now infected, these regrets consume and corrode me
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
*For that
one look,
for that
one touch;
Oh well.*
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
With every smile,
With every glance,
My hopes are raised,
My joy enhanced,
I'm on a high,
It's such a rush,
So i make my move...
My heart is crushed.
Was wishful thinking
on my part,
I lost my head
and followed my heart,
I learnt to see
what wasn't there,
Her love for me
Is now elsewhere.
Will i ever learn
Not to take the bait,
That drop dead smile
That seals my fate,
It reels me in
And i can't break free,
I'm filled with a
false sense of security.
So again i'm struck
Deep to the heart,
With the realization,
We are apart,
The love we shared
has ceased to be,
So from now on,
just good friends are we.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Holding hands,
Warm soft glow,
Fuzzy feeling,
Dont let go.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Head hunched forward,
Brain plugged in,
Cyberspace awaits.
Fingers clicking,
Eyes scanning,
Detached from reality,
My hourly fix.
Oblivious to the world,
Incommunicado
From flesh and bone.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
Humid nights
Frosty days
Drunken fights
Toxic haze
Stifling air
Not fit for breathing
Two trapped souls
Intent on leaving
Long since gone
Our glory days
Now broken shells
Just Parting ways
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
My life it needs a makeover
It's become as dull as grey
But my lack of drive and vision
Is getting in the way
I seek out toys to fill the voids
That occupy my soul
To fill the huge expanse
To remove this gaping hole
But my lack of drive overwhelms me
And the voids they do not fill
My heart has lost its rhythm
And it's beat has slowed to still
Dark clouds they do not leave me
They smother all joy and hope
I start to wonder how it would feel
If i dangled from a rope
But that would only transfer my pain
And pass it on to others
My beautiful daughter
My grandkids
My sisters and my brothers
So i need a spark to light the dark
And guide me on my way
To give me back the life i lost
That day you went away
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
A shock to the system
A Loved one is lost
Sledgehammer to the heart
Lightning bolt to the brain
Entombed in a blackness
Unable to move
Suffocating in a thick tar
Flooding my lungs
Suspended in stasis
For what seems like eons
My body in a slumber
My mind round the bend
Now ready for healing
With the passage of time
For banishing the darkness
For reclaiming the light
Things seem clearer now
The dark shadows are lifting
I can see clarity, lucidity
I can see a light ahead
It's turning my stomach
It's crushing my chest
I'm struggling to breathe
It's RED
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
A new day.
The world is my oyster.
Places to visit.
People to meet.
Endless opportunities.
None taken.
Now sleep.
Repeat.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Is it selfish to make people happy
if it makes me feel good?
Am i doing it for them,
or am i doing it for me?
If i feel deep joy at other peoples pain,
but i help them anyway,
would that make me a good person?
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
I have a next door neighbor who's always short of cash
This neighbour is aware I have a little stash
Every second friday I await his usual knock
A three day loan of twenty pounds at exactly 10 oclock.
This has become a habit, these loans to my friend Jack
I do not mind him asking as he always pays me back
He needs some gas and electric, it's not good to go without
That and more dubious substances, of that I have no doubt
But then it got me wondering, this money I do lend
Cash in perpetual motion, seems like it will never end
To and fro and back and forth for all eternity
Am I the one who lends to him, or does he lend it to me?
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
They're just lips,
They're just teeth.
But when she smiles...
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
Time goes so slow when waiting for the dawn.
These early mornings that ****** me from my
haven that is unconsciousness.
Where nothing can touch me, gnaw at me,
remind me that all is not well.
These uninvited guests that thrive in the darkness,
they **** and poke around in my mind,
Evoking all my negativity, my grief, my pain.
They remind me of where I am now,
and of where I used to be.
Delivering each morn the same shock again and again.
They cling to this darkness like squatters, refusing to leave.
I wait for the morning light, for sunrise, for respite.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
Always faithful,
Always giving.
This treasure with a
Canine heart
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
For the soothing of the soul
For the resting of the mind
For the pumping of the blood
and excessive beating of the heart
For those journey's to somewhere else
For that welcome reprieve from reality
I can always rely on you
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC