"rea" poems
Christmas can be a time
when families get together:
Young children scream, wine glasses gleam,
both ready for M&S dinner.
TV's in the corner
rerunning Home Alone,
Heart radio's in the kitchen,
Chris Rea's driving home,
again.
Toddlers find the wrapping
more engaging than the Duplo
Teen couples find the company
less of interest than their own.
The dog's confused and excited
with so many different sources
of scratches and pats, he can't relax,
his whining is remorseless.
Christmas can be a time
when families are missed,
the parcel made last post
winging off to little sis.
Zoom will come in handy
to laugh across the miles,
the screen will mask the tears
and focus on the smiles.
Gran will talk of Christmas past
when everyone was home
'Cept in Gulf War 1 when Uncle John
went away, ....
Christmas can be a time
when budgets get stretched tight,
cash pressures get to breaking point
and prompt senseless fights.
Some focus on opportunity
to spend some gilt-free money,
the only prayers are for extra hours
and a faster tesco trolley.
For others it's simply ' Yuletide'
an excessive celebration,
a winter feast, all you can eat,
give in to all temptation.
Most focus on the family,
even more on the gifts;
there's little time for Jesus
assigned amongst the myths.
Some do remember Jesus
from half forgotten carols,
they know there's something more
than donkeys and angel heralds.
For there He is in the middle,
noticed once in a while;
it's His birthday, but all He's getting
is a half-hearted song and a smile.
He's no longer a babe in a manger,
He's now a resurrected King,
waiting for those who would worship
to stand and welcome Him in.
Whatever your experience of Christmas
you can come just as you are,
His love is unconditional
He'll accept you warts and all.
So come on!
It’s a season to celebrate!
To dance, to sing and to shout!
Your Saviour invites you to join Him,
so when you sing this Christmas, make it count.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea
Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics
Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea
Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics
Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion
Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky
Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion
Straight up forever ontology on high
Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous
Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice
Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous
Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis
Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics
Guidon gyration excursion integration
Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics
Chaos charisma objectified tribulation
Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis
Exude emote surrogate extrapolation
Astral projection littoral hypotaxis
Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation
Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities
Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity
Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities
Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity
Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra
Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra
Intensely cogitational abstract mantra
Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra
Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra
Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra
Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
when you are new, consequences seem minuscule
authority is a foreign concept, maybe too close to home
a repercussion to fear
the day your light enters the world, rules border your actions like the lines on a freeway
who’s to say that rebellion is a bad thing
expression in its greatest form.
acting out to show discontent.
but the underlying causes are beautiful.
with experience, things become so real.
one mistake and you can be sent away for a lifetime.
acting out is no longer to show off
development at different times, yet 18 years to decide
mens rea vs actus reus.
shouldn’t it be the intentions that decide?
authority to shut down rebellion, self expression if you will
own up to the reaction of our action.
its a bit distorted.
in other words over the top
how many rules there are.
but whats the point in breaking the rules if there were no rules to be broken.
we find ourselves in this given situation.
the animosity for authority; yet the lust towards rebellion.
if there was no authority to implement the proper etiquette to fit the social norm, would there even be a point to committing heinous acts that are considered “illegal”.
living to find a meaning to match with the experiences.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
See. I'm.
No- fi- I
thi ne. was
ng I'm. up
is Go- rea-
wro- od, lly
ng. Okay late.
I had a snack before I came.
The. I'm
make. I'm Just
up. Not Tired.
Makes. Broken I
Me Don't
Look. Feel
pale. Well.
Yesterday was great
I just. I'm I just
Had. Ha- Like
A bad. ppy. The
Sleep. Style.
These are the threads
Of my web of lies
That I build above your heads
Strenghth ending everyday
My common day lies
Spun like spiders silk
Drifting unbroken in the skies
So plain it stands hidden
Entwined strings of excuses
To form a mask from the world
With a million uses
To fake that I am whole
Because I am the spider
Creeping through the day
Dangling off silk as my web grows wider
Trapping all the flies
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
i wiped it...
and i wipe it again
not because i am so dreary!
it just that...
i really loved the feeling
every time i dropped it out from my heart!
the thing is..
all of what you are
and all of what you're not!
(©)
is what I've been thinking of
are you gonna come out
once again?
and
if
you
do?
i'm
sure
there
is
joy!
but
if
you
don't,
i
knew..
i..
..ahhaamm
i ah...
i
know
you
aren't
the
rea-
son
why
am
i
crying
!
!
!
because if i do
cry,there is only one thing
it may cause! it was the LOST...
(©)
......Tears in my Eyes....
which has been and always be
i am longing for
to
let
it
*loose
pain-
les-
-sly
!
!
!
!
!
!
be
cause
i*
bel-
ieve
tears
is
Gift
of
God
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
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when-we-both-know
that door's ******* | shut |
all. those. times.
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again
& i'll dive 》right 》in
cuz\ **** if \i
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@lovemyself
enough
to ]] resist ]]
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
"Wow Rea you've got the most beautiful smile ever"
*** I Love your smile"**
"Gosh girly you have such a genuine smile"
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Crackling. Rocking. Crackling. Creaking and oscillating, a century old Mahogany Wood seceded to the paSsage of time.
Particles of sand, confounded by the Peninsula’s chaotic, blasting breeze now revealed a shade of burnt tar.
Outside of the second floor Maissonette, sways the rocking chair once warmed by Grandpa.
A Tactless, impatient, rhythmic Requiem Bashes near the wiNdow pane as the sunset falls Under the frame.
Empty Folklore presides like the Residue of a once lambent effigy… SwOosh. Hush!
Cocktails were a Preamble to lunch like diabetes to Nephropathy.
Corrosive Rhetoric seeped in to expose the ego of a Sommelier.
A smile would Parachute down when you needed it like Nicotine to remind that no Precedent had been set, just an Anomaly.
Cutthroat beginnings, this was no Analog man.
In grade school his Cosmos found Zion and “The world to come”.
This baby’s Cradle, abandoned High atop a mountain was blown by a Chinook towards the Atlantic.
“I was found swallowed in a stained Table cloth by Balkan children on a treasure hunt, with no Guarantee and no resignatIon. "
The boTtle narrates these chronicles and a smile parachutes down when you need it like nicotine.
Dionysus Crafted his accounts while most Garnered his spiels with Snide. As they witnessed dream remembrance; he thought his memory was Presumably accurate, and although his tales were triFling to the gathering audience, they became his Heliocentric history.
Calling me a young Galleon and handing me a map, Grandpa scanned his hand across the vast land
guaranteeing trEasure would be found if I had no resignation.
This Asinine assertion to my teenage sister Symbolized the Barring of her unheeding imagination by time and then a smile parachuted down just when she needed it like nicotine.
_TRF
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Christmas can be a time
when families get together:
Young children scream, wine glasses gleam,
waiting for M&S dinner.
The TV's in the corner
rerunning Home Alone,
Heart radio's in the kitchen,
Chris Rea's driving home,
again.
The toddlers find the wrapping
more engaging than the Duplo
Teen couples find the company
less of interest than their own.
The dog's confused and excited
with so many different sources
of scratches and pats, she can't relax,
her whining is remorseless.
Christmas can be a time
when families are missed,
the parcel made last post
winging off to little sis.
Zoom will come in handy
to laugh across the miles,
the screen will mask the tears
and focus on the smiles.
Christmas can be a time
when budgets get stretched tight,
cash pressures get to breaking point
and prompt senseless fights.
Some focus on opportunity
to spend some gilt-free money,
the only prayers are for extra hours
and a faster Tesco trolley.
For others it's simply ' Yuletide'
an excessive celebration,
a winter feast, all you can eat,
give in to all temptation.
Most focus on the family,
even more on the gifts;
there's little time for Jesus
assigned amongst the myths.
Some do sing of Jesus
in half forgotten carols,
they know there's something more
than donkeys and angel heralds.
And there He is in the middle,
noticed once in a while;
it's His birthday, but all He's getting
is a half-hearted song and a smile.
But He's no longer a babe in a manger,
He's now a resurrected King,
And he waits for you who would worship
to stand and welcome Him in.
Christmas can be a time
for each of us to choose -
Our Christmas King stands waiting
Will we worship Him in truth?
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 12:56 PM UTC
If this is honesty,
then I’m tired of being afraid.
If it’s not, then I’m just tired.
(of being afraid)
It’s exhausting.
It’s all exhausting.
Waking up.
Falling asleep.
And yet I do it so well.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the ocean.
It doesn’t mind change.
Maybe I shouldn’t either.
Maybe I should.
Maybe I should take up smoking.
At least I’ll taste something different
inside these lungs.
I knew you wouldn’t stay for very long.
I could tell by the way
you looked at the airplanes, the clouds,
me.
I meant it when I said you’re worth it.
I’m sorry you didn’t rea—
I’m sorry for all the apologies.
It’s taken 8 months to figure out
that this wasn’t my fault.
I’m still standing;
rotting crossbeams and chipped up paint,
I’m still standing.
Maybe I should take up smoking.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Sipping Red Wine
With
Disciplined disciples
Dining
With minds alike
Best friends,
Next of kin
I repent
For my sins
Then
Hug my worst enemy
As she
Kisses me
On the cheek...
"Here's my toast,
A final cheer"
I raise
Out my chair
Hold my glass
In the air
Final words spoken
In red
"Momento Mori
Remember the Alive
Soon becomes Dead!"
Lips stained
And wiped
With bread
My Body
And Blood
Portrays
The art
Of Me
Spilling my heart
As I talk
Of My Final walk
Remembered
For ages to come
The pages will turn
As nuns
Thumb
Through my revelations
Revealed
To show my appeal
For
Keeping it rea
lEveryone stands
Clap hands
I give the
Cue to sit
Then
Follow in suit
Before
The crucifix
Suited in an outfit
That helps
My family
Come to grips
With The Final dip
Into oblivion
Rest assure
The rest's assured
With a promised
That God keeps
Strenght
Will be
Bestowed
Upon the weak
Faith
Is best owed
To the one
Who speaks
"Let There Be Light"
And brightens
The darkness
Of life
I
Will take the pain
Of a thousand deaths
Take a thousand steps
With the wieght
Of the world on my shoulders
As I pass away
For my best freinds sins
As he watches me
Silently
Violently whipped
As blood drips
On a red shirt
Tye dyed
From the wine I sipped
The night before
I died
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
in the end, I am declared
guilty
to be free from the chains of contrivance
to finally rely on noble companions
from facade to its truths
born flowers will bore fruit
to be requested release
and to forever deny its reprise
to be loved, and finally to love
and matters not that never mattered
past chains perish, and the future followed
as warm as the sun
forever cursed to bear the fervor
to be chained,
to be denied and drought
as I have done to he
as the moon without its sun
at the start, the only crime committed
was being me
Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 11:05 AM UTC
I remember when I first met her
it was like love at first sight
and I thought god I'd take her, even marry her
that was my first love sweet Claire
she was so ******* gorgeous
She was young, pretty and perfect
and goodness, I was swept off my feet
I did love her and adore her
but my life was young and stupid
and yes mistakenly stiffed her emotionally
Such a rose was she
but it was never to be
I loved her as my first love
and jealously I did covet her
I even gave her one of my stars Rea
Oh foolish fool most profound was I
I used to beat myself around
such a sweet woman
a woman I should of enjoyed
rather treating her like a toy
I want to make amends
for forgiveness is my end
as I left her high and dry
in those dark nights after leaving, I'd cry
and once or twice tried suicide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
"I can't do this anymore!" She screams slidding down the wall burying her head in her knees.
"Then stop fighting us" The voices in her head whisper.
"I can't give in!" She crys grabbing fist fulls of her hair.
"Give in no one will miss you." They tell her.
"No, please stop." She beggs.
"Your worthless"
"Ugly"
"A waste of space"
"A mistake"
She harshly wipes her tears away and stands up. She starts walking towards her closet.
"Fat"
"A nobody "
"Loser"
She opens the closet door and looks for the 'box'.
**** yourself " the voices chant.
She grabs the box and opens the lid. She pulls out a gun and a heart breaking sob betrays her.
"Hurry before its to late"
Knock-knock
Someone knocks on her door as she loads the gun and points it at her head.
"Sweet heart dinners rea...NOO!" Her mother screams as she pulls the trigger.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
insert iliads on how i'm b_o;ken and forgot how to b rea{t:h/e
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Words poured out like a salad
She wept and cried
yelling at the jumble
"You won't get me!
Just a big pile of salad words!"
Her dad stood in her doorway
while someone whispered
"It's not real, you aren't even her."
But she was on the phone with me
I heard every word
"I'm scared..."
fades out like the giggle she
keeps hearing and the
little girl that she has seen
"I was possessed once"
she told me, "maybe twice."
then we walked on the beach
everything seemed calm
two weeks later hearing
arms scratching the walls and
her dad standing in the doorway
is it real?
real?
rea
re
r
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
The days of truth or dare
Sparked then faded
Into smoke
Daily
Turned to scarcely
And helplessly
I watched you flicker
Things were just getting better
You came back!
Then disappeared
All together
Now
I watch the suicide numbers
Rise
And fear that you’re one of them
I never wished you happy birthday
That Sunday
Like I promised I would
Did I?
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
Part 1
We count our wishes like lottery tickets
And though we may never quite get the odds right
The fantasies keep us coming back...
Like hummingbird retreats
We know the way
The way
Impulsive can meet rational
Then flip you back to naive
The way growing up can feel like
A subtitled movie
Where the words switch
Before you manage to finish rea...
Or how hope will keep you begging
Like the starving stray dogs
Who strut like lions
Yet love like lambs
Now we're pleading with the hourglass
Like kids convincing Santa we're worthy
I can't promise I am
Part 2
But I have this wish
(Just call me crazy)
That this love could look something less like maybe
And In this wish
You'd teach me to harvest
A green thumb rooted in something more honest
We'd live off the land
Grow something withstanding
The type of living
Earths future will be demanding
We'd pick our food day by day
Eat like gods
And treat each other just that way
I see coffee soaked mornings
And breakfast outside
With that smirk on your face
And a blush I can't hide
Part 3
So there it is
Plain and true
(and maybe I've got a ***** loose, or two)
But this lottery ticket wish
Has my sights narrowed thinner
And I've got to believe that it's a winner
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
rainbows of oil
where your f ingers t ouch
leave mar ks on marble
leave ma rks on slate
leave waves in wa ter
and I know you can touch the surface bec
ause I pulled you back from goi
ng deep
before you fell too hard to rea
ch the bottom
--
--
--
--
I imagined your fingers reaching up
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
and only with the dump grey skies of england
do i sit on the windowsill
perched like a crow on a rooftop
drinking whiskey trying to find a chris rea c.d.,
although picking out a tom waits’ glitter & doom
i find myself reminding myself
how i waltzed the empty streets listening to live circus
at night,
but with the dump grey skies brimful with rain
i stretch out from the window with a cigarette
and catch tears on the sunglasses i’m wearing,
because even though it’s grey and gentle trickle rainy
it’s too much for my envious green eyes to look at,
so i stretched out in this stratosphere of angry gravity
and took the raindrops as tears onto the shades of hades
with laughter and glee
that might have reminded me of sardined clowns and elephant acrobatics,
as this moment already did.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
I'm sorry, I let you down once again. I've failed myself and my mum, God knows how much I want to make her smile for all she's done for me but I'm sorry.
I've stained your heart and and mind. I've corrupted you and gave you various issues.
Depression, Anxiety and Panic attacks, OCD and ADHD. I'm sorry.
I hope to see you smile one day, I'll fix myself and I'll make you laugh but for now I'm breaking you, I don't know what to break since everything is broken but I'm breaking the broken because I don't know how to pick us up...
I'm sorry for the new tears,
The messed up fears and nightmares.
I just don't know what to do.
I'm sorry I failed you and mum, I swear she needs more of our smile than we do so while you're breaking fake a smile for her, I've disappointed way too much.
I'm sorry.
From: Rea, A pessimistic messed up part of you.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
In the midst of my finest hour, i lick the power and
choke on the sour
fingers and
coming up and out again to scream
i've arrived at my destination like
some hands on my back again
i'm glad i've realized i'm exactly the difference
of what your best friend's friend's worst enemy
(some ******** like that)
one word can change everything-
what have you become
can't say it's not all my fault, but
all these purposes have gotten worse
as i walk slower down the hallway,
people chocked up together
bonding, yelling
screaming out
Holy Christ,
i've come to rea
lize that i can't remember
why i thought i loved you
(or some **** like that )
(like some obsessive stalker,
getting darker in the night
fading in and eating my oxygen
lighting myself on fire to see my surroundings)
stubborn and obnoxious,
loud and angry
i've come to know i can't be like you, that
you're my enemy
take it with a grain of salt, dear
there's some fear in pathos
paths of pathos
lining up to be shot on the spot
disintegrated
disgusting
delusional and abysmal
i may be that of which can haunt you as you haunted me but
a little smile
can perk around
i'll come around
maybe you'll grow up
to see something and be a little less blind
i hope so (all the time)
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea
Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics
Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea
Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics
Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion
Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky
Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion
Straight up forever ontology on high
Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous
Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice
Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous
Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis
Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics
Guidon gyration excursion integration
Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics
Chaos charisma objectified tribulation
Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis
Exude emote surrogate extrapolation
Astral projection littoral hypotaxis
Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation
Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities
Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity
Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities
Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity
Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra
Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra
Intensely cogitational abstract mantra
Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra
Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra
Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra
Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
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Jan 10, 2015
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Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 10:09 PM UTC