I had no choice
But to put it all in a box
It was the only way I knew
How to do
What I knew most be done
It’s buried now
That immeasurable grief
That anger
Maybe a hint of regret
If that box
Ever somehow seeped
I’ve no idea
If I would survive
25 Sunday Apr 2021
Posted Poetry
in07 Thursday Dec 2017
Posted Poetry, Uncategorized
inI wrote those
darkest memories
In that tattered old journal
Ink slipped the stories
That only got told
In blood and nightmares
I let slip
The deepest of demons
And when
the words were done
I took that
tattered old journal
And set it to flames
Those darkest of memories
now ash and cinder
Still burning inside
But for a moment at least
a little cooler
And the nightmares
a little dimmer
14 Friday Oct 2016
Close my eyes
Be elsewhere
Anywhere other
Than in this dark
And dusty room
This isn’t my body
Not in this moment
I’m far away
At least for now
There’ll be time later
To be back here
Nightmares
And dark
Lost angry memories
Those will be the times
I’m back in this fucking room
But for now
I’m somewhere under
A deep blue sky
Not trapped
In this dark
And dusty room
06 Thursday Oct 2016
This love
feels like the crashing waves
at the bottom of a cliff
I stand at the edge
every day looking down
and every night I leap
knowing that I’ll drown
Knowing that tomorrow
I’ll somehow survive
I know this cycle
over… and over again
I can’t help myself
the lure of the tide
crushing down
breaking me
I can’t help myself
I (am in) love (with) her
And I know (hope)
she loves me
in her own way
So here I am
standing again
on this cliff
over looking the sea
I’m in love with her
so I’ll jump once again
and drown once more
just to feel her love
for me.
28 Thursday Apr 2016
Posted Poetry
inThe rain started to fall
Drops fat and heavy
Lightning
Thunder
Playing in the background
The world fell away
And all I could think
Was how much
I wished you
Were there with me
But you weren’t
You never will be
This storm
And every one to come
I’ll be alone
Waiting
To be washed away
27 Sunday Mar 2016
Posted Poetry
inPerspective is such
a funny thing
She thought I ran
Never looking back
I thought she pushed
Needing me gone
Maybe
We were both wrong
And neither knew
Maybe
The earth just split
And ripped is apart
Maybe
Life just happened
And hurled us away
Maybe
It doesn’t matter
The results are the same
All I know
Is that here I stand
Cold and alone
At oceans edge
Looking for messages
In bottles that never come
24 Wednesday Feb 2016
Posted Poetry
in06 Saturday Feb 2016
Posted Poetry
in03 Wednesday Feb 2016
Posted Poetry
in01 Friday Jan 2016
Posted Poetry
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