Category: Poetry

Harboured Feelings

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I had you for a while,
then…I lost you to the sea.
Alone in these narrows,
until the day you return to me.

 

For That Moment

black and white clear cool dew

I sat one day.
Alone, on a palette chair.
Sit in spatters and their quiet stories.
Did watch as pebbles danced in entertain.
For granted, I was easily led.
So naive that tomorrow won’t go away.
It was a peace that drunk me.
There, emotion could never touch.
Strange was any voice of hurt.
All this in a moment.
Oh, how I miss counting out-loud with the rain,
a grey big sky with a smile…and
…my ignorant heart.

Regret

regret2.jpegI punish for love,
you punish forever.

Heart Attack

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You broke my heart once more.
But, it’s OK.
At least it felt something.

Maybe Tomorrow…

touch-the-moon-martin-capekLate at night, when it’s just me and the moon.
We both pray you’ll return with the sun.

Kin

man s hand in shallow focus and grayscale photographyYou were already dead to me.
But, I couldn’t stop my heart,
when yours did.

I’m Broken

person sitting on rock on body of water

By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

Tainted Blood

person s hands covered with bloodA lonely peer, a doorway.
Most still lay asleep.
Strangers, cloaked as lovers.
Lineup…for the rabbit hole.
Their smiles, fake, and you know it.
Will, did not lead them here.
All they want is to shower in that devil’s medicine.
Melt and run away.
How can you hold their hand?
Allow their laughter, their play,
to fill an ego until you trick them.
With a lie like the blood is clean.

Past Eight

road amidst bare trees
Whistles silent,
brews stress pinched to the nape.
TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off.
Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat,
brings sweat with no one to blame.

Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back.
Then, the knee goes,
not worry, just wonder.
Past eight…

…old lady’s not home.