Softly
fingers brush
against hesitation
bottled tight
beneath buzzing skin.
Holding your gaze
slowly
too enured to defeat
to read
the deep water.
Vulnerability
too promising
for my expectations
lurks
in your smile.
Friday, 17 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Times Change
The vision crack'd
from side to side;
shattered reflections
held by nothing
but old habits.
The sell-by date
has long gone by.
from side to side;
shattered reflections
held by nothing
but old habits.
The sell-by date
has long gone by.
Thursday, 9 August 2012
Reprieve
Holidays float
on memory's tether
untouched
by present quandaries.
Gone in a flash,
they are timeless.
on memory's tether
untouched
by present quandaries.
Gone in a flash,
they are timeless.
Labels:
Free Verse,
Literature,
Memory,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
Reprieve,
Time
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Disintegration
Solid-seeming ground
crumbles beneath
surprised feet,
eyes revision a continent into
a floating island
drifting
ever faster
into quiet endings.
crumbles beneath
surprised feet,
eyes revision a continent into
a floating island
drifting
ever faster
into quiet endings.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Meteorites
Crossing cold space
The galaxy -
stars and planets
clustered closely,
or so it seems.
They hurtle through distance
as we do through time;
ever distant.
Ever alone.
Flung by forces
we cannot control,
we are meteorites
passing by.
The galaxy -
stars and planets
clustered closely,
or so it seems.
They hurtle through distance
as we do through time;
ever distant.
Ever alone.
Flung by forces
we cannot control,
we are meteorites
passing by.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Askew
Seeing is not being
realisation
cannot dispel
the vanity of sunny visions
contrast sharply etched
in morose musings
hovering over
that
which cannot be forced.
realisation
cannot dispel
the vanity of sunny visions
contrast sharply etched
in morose musings
hovering over
that
which cannot be forced.
Labels:
Askew,
Free Verse,
Literature,
Perception,
Poetry,
Postmodern
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Meanings
I read to much
into random phrases
garbled through
transmission.
Voices change
as I turn the button,
white noise stalks
the radio chatter.
What you say
and what I hear
merge into
divergence.
into random phrases
garbled through
transmission.
Voices change
as I turn the button,
white noise stalks
the radio chatter.
What you say
and what I hear
merge into
divergence.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Limits
Dabble
in my shallows
as much as you dare,
I already know
you will not venture
into the deep.
Stay in the warmth
of sunlit calm
I do not begrudge
you safety -
and build a reef
around my truths.
in my shallows
as much as you dare,
I already know
you will not venture
into the deep.
Stay in the warmth
of sunlit calm
I do not begrudge
you safety -
and build a reef
around my truths.
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
All The Right Places
A thourough search
breeds constant chaos.
I carry on searching
conspicuously ignoring
the box that holds
just what I want
or what I fear the most.
I carry on searching
in all the wrong places.
breeds constant chaos.
I carry on searching
conspicuously ignoring
the box that holds
just what I want
or what I fear the most.
I carry on searching
in all the wrong places.
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Vagaries
This
cannot shake
practiced apathy.
Somewhere, far away,
I am raging.
But not here.
cannot shake
practiced apathy.
Somewhere, far away,
I am raging.
But not here.
Labels:
Free Verse,
Literature,
Poem,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
Vagaries
Saturday, 16 June 2012
Playing Along
Impossible
to make the first move
where I want to the most
as you turn
a blind eye
into the past.
Calcifying
in the wake
of this indifference
I shrug into
my pokerface
and play the joker.
to make the first move
where I want to the most
as you turn
a blind eye
into the past.
Calcifying
in the wake
of this indifference
I shrug into
my pokerface
and play the joker.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Drawing The Line
Do I see tears in your eyes as you realise
that I am not going along
with your awesome idea?
You trampled around
in my emotions -
invaded my space with empty promises -
planted false hopes.
You had me jump through hoops
when you already knew
ephemerity.
Who spoilt you so much
that you did not expect consequences?
My Plan A in tatters
I shut the door on your Plan B.
that I am not going along
with your awesome idea?
You trampled around
in my emotions -
invaded my space with empty promises -
planted false hopes.
You had me jump through hoops
when you already knew
ephemerity.
Who spoilt you so much
that you did not expect consequences?
My Plan A in tatters
I shut the door on your Plan B.
To Fade Away
Retreat
reflected
in the smooth face
filling the mirror.
Do not pity a gambler's heart
Porous pillars crumpled
leaving empty ruins
in marble
irises.
reflected
in the smooth face
filling the mirror.
Do not pity a gambler's heart
Porous pillars crumpled
leaving empty ruins
in marble
irises.
Labels:
Endings,
Literature,
Poem,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
To Fade Away
Monday, 12 March 2012
Idiot
You don't even know me
and decide
that you'll
turn away from me.
Clinging to six years
of knowing her -
the one who
said no.
First, I was sick with
disappointment,
now I'm nauseous
with anger.
Fuck you for dragging me
into this,
for making me
a side story.
You'd like that, wouldn't you,
but I'm the hero
of this story
and I'm leaving you behind.
and decide
that you'll
turn away from me.
Clinging to six years
of knowing her -
the one who
said no.
First, I was sick with
disappointment,
now I'm nauseous
with anger.
Fuck you for dragging me
into this,
for making me
a side story.
You'd like that, wouldn't you,
but I'm the hero
of this story
and I'm leaving you behind.
Labels:
Anger,
Disappointment,
Idiot,
Literature,
Poem,
Poetry,
Postmodern
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