"alieness" poems
her lies taste like sweet nectarine,
those discreet kisses on my neckerchief,
make up on the pillows,
tears inside the handkerchief,
folded over and over to compress our fears into make believe,
in origami,
the patterns left,
embedded in my chest,
alieness to something,
but so close to where you used to be.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
And these dreams will be the death of me.
Broken sleep &
relentless lethargy.
I'm out of control,
so I'm told.
I've slipped outside of my soul,
or so I'm told.
My nose runs consistently,
Yet I don't have a cold.
Now everything hurts,
and yet I feel so cold.
REM dream sequences;
play me on repeat.
play on repeat,
Everybody hurts too but they carry on,
Won't admit defeat.
Not me,
I bend under the pressure,
Malleable,
& then break what's,
Valuable.
I'm weak at the knees,
alieness in alloness of stress;
Please let me rest,
Stop stealing my shut eye by looking in to mine,
I walked the line,
But crossed it,
No going back now I think,
I shudder each time I blink.
And in dreams I believe I could be happy,
Or at least not so sad,
Wishing to feel those feelings
That I've predominately lacked.
Now in dreams I wait to see a GP
in reality,
So he can endorse these feelings into clarity,
Prescribe me patronisingly with 50mg of setraline;
"I'm sure alls not as bad as it seems"
He says so candidly,
Whilst I'm sat here,
can't even speak,
trapped at the mercy of these endorphinemachines.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
Alieness
I am a lover not a fighter
Sad that as we walk our ropes get tighter
I am a hugger not a hater
Sad that we hate instead of love one another
I am a nurturer not a nagger
Sad that we enjoy using words as daggers
I am a peacemaker not a pot-stirer
Sad that we lie and lose trust in one another
I am a human not an alieness
Sad that we deny ourselves instead of jointly progress
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC