Despair.

Sitting like a rock,
Not symbolic of thy power
But a being
In despair..

Lows and highs
Of life, for all:
A factoid
But not for me anymore..

That Feeling..

That feeling
of not being there
where you wished
to be

Of not being there
where your heart is..

Potent Power

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Words
Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with Depths otherwise Unknown,
Stand Ready to unmask me.

I Was Once Young

I say “I’m depressed.”
He replies
“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,
The people
With cars sped by
Going nowhere;
Perhaps to heaven
Or perhaps to hell
And

Happiness Waits

A quiet moment, alone on a swing

Hoping my heart can remember to sing

Floating on air, in the bright morning light

Knowing full well, I must keep up the fight

Hope

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What has this boat brought to her?

A lover to warm her cold nights

A murder to end her suffering

Flowers to make her happy

Stones be thrown at her

Food to feed her body

Poetry to feed her mind

Broken Pieces (Free Verse)

Poetry challenge: Free verse poem.

 

Rejected,

Dejected,

hopeless despair

envelops me,

as the missing pieces-

scrambled,

Don’t Tell Her

Don’t tell her your troubles
For she will listen
Don’t tell her how life
Has been unfair
Don’t tell her it’s hard to get through a day
Don’t tell her because
She is already there

Release

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Drip, drip, drip warm wet release.

It oozes out of me

Painful frozen squeeze please.

Stop the bloody pain.

The weeping angel.

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I saw the Angel at the grave she was weeping tears.

The weight of all the grief she had seen, years of pain and fears.

It hurt me to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry.

The hate  and betrayal all around I wondered why she should tarry.

THE WARRIOR WITHIN

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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.

WHAT WAS THE POINT

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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.

Searching For You

You’re always leaving me
wanting more
chasing you
following in your footsteps
I’ve searched
for so long
yet only your ghost remains
haunting me
so faintly
I spend my days in solitude
tormented
by memories
Im left to wander aimlessly
looking for
the love
that has endlessly eluded me

Playing it safe

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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.

My Life’s Blood

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.

Funny funny funny how it looks like rain pulling at my heart strings.Where is my umbrella  I need to dodge these drops as they sting sting sting.

STUPID BITCH

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There she is that thing in the corner. She opens her mouth making her life more forlorner. Stupid and ugly is she, tired and tearful she longs to be free. But no for she is that thing in the corner.

The Jungle ..

A wood like all

and I am imprisoned

between the long legs

and the fallen stems

which breaks under my feet

Wreckage afloat ..

Battling

an inevitable fall

With a tenuous grip

Hanging to a

vanishing hope

Raw.

 

Darkness,

Is a never ending wave of despair.

A pit overflowing with damned souls.

Skeletons submerged in tar.

A knife cuts deep.

Stabs in the back are eternal.

Salty tears mix with raindrops.

Flight with the Doves

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.

Becoming

 

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one love was dead
then I met you…
resurgence of feelings
brought me to life
 
my nerves were shot
from stress and strain
but my soul was soothed
when you hugged me tight