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11 / 30 – The switch

Sweet natured berry

Your pain left the world with you.

Love and pain blurring

The cycle pedaled

Your light’s ever bright

Framing you through us

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Hibernation, Marching On….

Six weeks or more since we spoke, that’s a long time.

Like the last cigarette of a smoker, I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again.

Carving pain with polygraphs.

Painting purposeful positions with pompous palettes rendered me empty.

Empty as the dead sea having seen and read my last rights I wondered what makes me blue.

While pondering the poignancy of strong silences and babbling brooks, fight dripped from me.

Tiptoeing away like the last breath of a beer tap. I dripped

I dripped as the infantry of my infantility

I dripped, tripped and rolled around in my barrel of conspiracy.

Being gassed wasn’t the right energy.

To thine own self, be true or make thyself an enemy.

Infamy isn’t in for me so I found the trending topic that cut into me.

Started chewing on some Emerson and audited my inventory.

Tasting the deep dark, unveiled statutes of clarity

Alas! I march on yet I’m thankful for February.

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Blues on The Piste

Five years

Time served

Pining for her

10 months

Collapsed lungs

Lost love

You’ll never bring them back

No four warning

Dumb, dumb

Forever ever

Numb

Co-ordinate

Pack the case

On four tune out

You’ll never bring them back

History doesn’t think twice

No Sleep in the house of rest

Wrestling the lull of bye

Secrets open as I closes

You’ll never bring them back

History and legacy

Now the Old Testament

Like sold memorabilia

You’ll never bring them back

You’ll never bring them back

You’ll never bring them back

You’ll never bring them back

You’ll never bring her back

You used to have it all ……but now

Silence is murder

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Paper Thin Walls

paper thin walls
Paper thin walls
They keep mixing colours
Blending her out
On those paper thin walls
Paper can’t cover the cracks
On those paper thin walls
A doodle draws a whimper
The thought of making murals musters mournful murmurs from those paper thin walls

Passed around like a guest book at a funeral
The feeling fading as they drive away
The whitewash isn’t cleansing
A broken slate is never wiped clean
She is only 15
Miss Paper Thin Walls

Laying bricks, roofless
All her rocks are demons dancing in the sea of safety
Her will shredded like leaked script pages
She’s an over plucked daisy
On her knees she a dress maker seeking out hope like a lost sequin
Wondering where was God when man destroyed the self she’d believed in

Miss Paper Thin Walls pores over scattered bricks
From the many times her box has been ticked she’s an exam in herself
Exiled from affection, ignoring the laws of attraction.
Hands that reach her are fractured to heal her scars
When she’s fully built she may be chasing cars
For now…..she’s in thrall to the casket of cat calls
These travails are an ailment of which no ointment can heal
When she’s fully built she’ll bruise the serpent’s head and heal
She’ll no longer be Miss Paper Thin Walls

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Sprung (52/10)

daffodils

She handed me Daffodils
Like acid rain curating a rock face
I crumbled
My eyes like barren barrels filled with fatherly fermentation
Her smile could not smell my in sense
If posession is nine tenths of the law, then holding them I was broken
Sometimes silence is the truth unspoken
Yet when she planted those daffodils, my future exploded
I became a golden goal den
Yearning for the day, when daffodils aren’t the only ting I’m holding

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Battle of the badger (52/5)

 

honey badger

From Africa to Afghanistan,
Nepal to the Caspian
King without a crown
You wont get close enough to fashion it
I am… the honey badger
Sugar Ray when I jab you
Matter of fact, to you, I’m more like Muhammad
I make lions tumble when I fumble
Turn a paw fight into a royal rumble
Cheetahs play fair and hyenas start to grumble
Do you like those apples?
I prefer cobra crumble.
Take crowns for fun, I’m the true king of the jungle
See my bite ignites night night
Predators are left penniless when I fight
Ask yourself am I worth it if a left claw’s going to read out your last rites
I’m the only species of the genus Mellivora
I’m like a scorned woman with a hot head, qualified as a divorce lawyer.
I can take anything while I take out everything
My thick skin should be applauded, rewarded.
Who else on sight forces a mission aborted?
I’ll extract confessions heck, I’ll win the war if…you feed me
Keep me sweet and it’ll all be easy
Violence is a way of life, there’s only peace when I’m eating
Did they tell you I’m less of a badger, more of a weasel?
I’ll paint a town red with you if you try to Green street me
Territorial army, although that doesn’t matter ..friends?
I have none
I have love, I have me
Yes I’m always hungry
I’m always hunting
Outdoor king, I can climb trees and swim,
Michael Phelps of the jungle
I’m the baddest mammal alive and I ain’t fronting!
Though sometmes we just crash, into each other, just so we can feel….something
One cub, from one love
The one isn’t all I need but.. it would be nice
For now.. I’ll bob and weave, take life knowing I’ll never grieve
Never take sweetness for weakness
I was born blind but after life…you’ll see

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I’m Waiting

Some days …
I get sick of waiting
Staring at my calendar
Though I’ve given up dating
Like 30 days hath September
Waiting for the one
Is there really no end to?

Praying and leaving it
Believing that
God works in mysterious ways
This mere heathen asks
Can’t one of them be simple
Holding tight my little faith
Feels like I’m ever squeezing a pimple
That’s never ready to burst
Waiting feels so blessed and cursed

Saving myself for the best
I’ve seen the worst
Trying to kill old bad habits
Some need to be re-hearsed
running out of tales to re-verse
Memories to be burned
Time is money
I’m scraping a deep purse
Saving is burning a hole in my wallet
This is arson I’ve got it
I’m just an insurance scam
The nice guy burnt down
For women to claiim their right man
I am
Left selfishly freely
I feel greedy
For the fact I’m not needy
I got me so I don’t need me

Planting new connections
Call me seedy
I write so you can read me
The riot act to be me
The water of reflection
I splash so you can sea me

On the sidelines
For my who will be my by line
The lashes for my I line
To blink could be a sky fire
We’ll collide but why’do I I
Touch up on the nest egg
To forget that you even exist
cos maybe
When I commit to
Waiting
We’ll live

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