Poetry Category

Bastard

Because you changed your mind, all the happiness was stolen, shame your sword still lies deep where it hurts, taken its toll in years, ask me to my face…you bastard, remember this in times of your alone, death will come…but you’ll never be free. Advertisements

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My Wounds

How do I awake from a nightmare, that cares not that I am asleep? My eyes need not even blink, for every second, the same dread. Taking my licks like a dog that’s beaten, stubborn, still thinking reward will come. To exist has now become my master, slowly tempting my will, as all I can do […]

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In the Stars

This is not who I want to be anymore, someone with his eyes fixed to the ground, distracted, wondering, wanting…wishing. A glimpse of hope for this cancerous heart, lied buried within the pitch night above. I just had to see it in the stars. They never stop trying, they never stop searching, and they never […]

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As You Wish

I will concede to your wishes, we’ll leave the rest to chance. There’s nothing left to take hold, time to sever the branch. Poisoned are the seeds, laced within the roots, spoil without the sun, bare of any fruit. The leaves will all wither and slowly they will die, for my last attempt to grow, […]

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You and I

What have I done but love you? I’m not an enemy to your soul. Covetous hearts created this divide, while coddling indifference. They scattered us, you and I, like pieces, their insouciance causing abstract of what this could be.  

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I Can See You Again

I could not hold my breath any longer, your back to me that day. I expected so many things until, until that moment when you turned, to shed a tear so real …it still hurts.

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Reaching…

I’ve done what I have promised against. The cross I bear weighs heavy with fault. I’m sentenced to wander, hopeless and trapped in self-pity, with only regret to keep me company.

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Tibbs

By the rickety rim, farewell till morrow. Moonlit, as stones were kicked. Our colloquies went on. Foolish I, you… the antics, ne’er be by flesh more longer, but by souls, still sit nightly.    

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Am I still?

Am I still… a string of your heart? Or does it lie frayed, too torn apart. Seasoned now, but still we’re broken, enough has always been, left unspoken. See my light, I’ve been casting in hope, I swear this absence has no cope. Our detached strings will again accrete, I won’t stop trying until I […]

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We were the Warriors

Indolent Saturdays poking things with sticks. We ran the back hills of our home. Three soldier foray, we flanked…pretending. Skinned knees and eye pokes, no bother, as we’d rather dare and tell more lies.  

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