of not being there
where you wished
I say “I’m depressed.”
“Well, undepress yourself;
Come to the court with the ball and the women.”
I look away listlessly,
Knowing the drugs are gone –
They have fled.
The bottles are sadly empty;
Empty cans riddled
The window sill.
The window pane
Screamed with dusty odium,
As the sun gleamed with antipathy,
With cars sped by
Perhaps to heaven
Or perhaps to hell
Poetry challenge: Free verse poem.
as the missing pieces-
Photo from Cow girl dairies
Drip, drip, drip warm wet release.
It oozes out of me
Painful frozen squeeze please.
Stop the bloody pain.
I shall not run I shall not hide
I’ll face the void with my eyes open wide.
I shall call up my warrior from within
and hone my sword the battle to begin
If I must make sense of what is my worth.
I shall do it now I shall justify my time on earth.
Each time the void comes for me
I make the mistake of either drowning or trying to flee.
Why do I do this time after time both paths are futile
I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.
Here I stand in the wreckage of my life,windswept and frightened.Where have the years gone what have I done where are the goals I had when my journey was begun.
I had dreams, I had hopes and targets to meet.Where did I loose it all,what happened to me, what happened to my schemes, my hopes and my dreams.
Playing it safe is lonely, playing it safe never learns. Playing it safe never feels love, playing it safe never burns.
Playing it safe never reaches out to another , playing it safe never cares too much. Playing it safe never tingles to feel of another’s touch.
Playing it safe misses out, playing it safe never voices an doubt. Playing it safe is dumb , when things are wrong playing it safe is not allowed to shout, playing it safe just takes what’s to come.
Drip, drip drip drop,plip plip plip plop.That is the sound of my life’s’ blood Stem it quick quick before I drown in the flood.
an inevitable fall
With a tenuous grip
Hanging to a
First the white foundation warm and just the right texture to stick to her face it’s colour causing consternation.
Then koal black applied around, above and below the eyes. Black, black as the night looking so stark against the white.
Lips now red as a rose or more to the point, the colour of blood as it flows from the heart emptying a soul of life. The end of mortality the end of strife.
Brush the hair a hundred times, it will dazzle everyone the Moon it will outshine, it dazzles, it blinds.