Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Like you remembered to feel emotion

    We left her there we put her there we left her

    Behind cold brick and linoleum floors

    Behind doors and there dogs there’s always dogs

    We left her there

    Can I undo it?

    This desperate attempt to realise you didn’t cry

    Until you remembered to cry

    Why I went along with it

    My insides screaming

    Wrong

    Wrong

    Wrong

    But silent tread let’s go to

    That’s heartbreaking you said

    I was immediately stabbed in the chest

    With the end

    It could matter

    It could

    I want to believe in a world where they are believing in the silence of

    The silent march like toy soldiers

    Because she said so so it must be

    Mommy dearest

    Mommy said so so silently

    No longer shall she tread

    Truly madly deeply dearly departed

    Might I pluck your thread again

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  • The hunger is eating at the corner of my eye

    I can’t sleep

    Can’t escape into the dream even though the dream will find him

    It always finds him

    The edge of the empty sword

    Of being stabbed in the gut by emptiness

    Coaxing a river of tears

    I thought there was someone who could fill the emptiness not him left me

    But the spot remains curiously empty

    As empty as me

    Where the wound is left gushing

    Endless lost futures

    Endless lost people

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  • Hello

    I’m not surprised that it’s you

    Tick tock

    Footprints lost in the sand of the beach

    Where his screams lie

    Called for comfort called unvoiced

    A galaxy like a great scar across the sky

    Holding us we push back and pull

    I still love you

    You don’t see me

    I called and he answered instead

    Redirected phone conversations

    Spoilt unimpressed princess of the

    Moon

    Sisters in the sky help

    We aren’t Royals

    Unlike him

    And so the man rises over the hill

    Bad curtsies and niceties held tight in empty hands

    I won’t return to the arena

    He’s not looking

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  • Nothing quite compares

    Compares to the ice cold awakening from a long psychosis

    Nothing quite resembles

    The writing on the wall

    You wonder if you leave it there

    It’s proof

    It’s proof

    Proof of what?

    You wonder looking back.

    Well at least they’re all famous people

    Or dead or what have you

    A strange sort of lingering

    The echoes of being in the echo

    I could have been gone

    Lost in the echo

    If not for some happy accidents

    We’ll call them happy

    If not merely a sort of joke in themselves

    I’ll delve if I so wish into dreams of dazzling

    Gods and Goddesses

    Stars and Planets

    Non

    What is the word

    Nonjudgmental things

    Save the wreckage it’s proof

    Proof of something

    Proof of

    How many times do I have to tell myself to get the fuck back up before I hear it?

    For once

    For twice

    All the feelings were so real when it’s real again you go searching

    Down rabbit holes

    Drenched in colours and ink

    But what does it mean besides the dream

    Of an unhappy nothing

    One for the light

    Two for the grave

    In what sight given

    Was anything made?

    I can’t understand or even begin to explain myself

    Of course I don’t have to

    They’re all not actually people

    They’re just pictures on a page

    They’re only people if they see you back

    It wonders

    But what does it know?

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  • Twilight

    As the sun has dipped beyond the horizon and the light in the sky becomes a memory

    The colours faded to grey and wander off somewhere before the darkness licks them away into blackness

    The birth of the night a she reaches across the skies, her stars beginning to poke out holes in the perfect blue sky

    Faded to dark blue as the world turns

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  • My adorable obstruction

    My charming borrower

    Whittling silent stories

    Of your life in your life

    Beautiful knowledge and darkened prose

    Darling caretaker

    Sweet worker

    And daring behind your eyes I see a boy and a man side by side

    Do you stand beside him or beside you does he stand?

    Unwritten

    Beyond the wall built, years of brick and mortar

    Still you shine with all the light

    There’s nothing here to tempt the wrong words at the wrong time

    Only I stay beside,

    Wondering what comes next

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