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Poems

Unsaid

You are the words left unsaid at 2am, When my mind it cannot rest, This feeling is all: a constant self-restricting test, Passed another level, now get through to the rest. It’s not about being the best, Simplified it’s recognising sound success. Reach inside of you...

Mind at night.

Life cannot always be all hearts and flowers, This mind of mine often overpowers, So many tabs open inside this, the web browser, By these tabs, I am devoured, Growing just like wild flowers. My brain is a messy hive, Constant thoughts spinning on a vine. It could be...

Torture

Picking up my pen, To write of you once again, More words I haven’t said, It’s never quite the end. Your question, “would I ever like to meet you again?” My answer always No, Why would I want to meet you? Greet you, act like we’re a couple of old friends. I meant it a...

Broken Love Poem

I know that since you left, I haven’t been the same, my life has changed forever, in a thousand different ways. I know that I believe in love, I see some people do it well, But is that path for me, I wonder, only time will tell. It’s sad when you think about broken...

Half life.

A Half life is what a Person is forced to live, When they have got so lost, Madly in their own terrorising sins, There is no way back, Some things are not so simple to forgive. A Half life is what happens when, Some major cog in your life has gone missing, So the...

The disappearance of myself.

Some times I’m not thinking right, My mind is not so clear, It’s all mixed up and hazy. I have those days, Where I feel, I have in fact, yes, disappeared. Maybe, I’m not all there. I wonder if you sit and stare, can  you see my sitting here? Disappeared past a place,...

Lost and Found

I lost myself in a place, Dark and dank, Where the thoughts in my head, Scream at me, ‘You skank, you’re rank.’ Marked by your brush, Scarred by your touch, Brutally ripped apart by a heavy weight, Trod on and spat out, These are the stages. Lost entirely who I was,...

Pen or Pencil???

I like the pencil, I really do, The words flow so smoothly, as it touches the paper. I like how its lead marks Silver, Or maybe it is a shade of Brown, But any who, my page is always, Turned slightly upside down. The Pencil has a rubber, on its end, That’s good, it...

The subject of life

You are a product of your own life. The road you’re at, you have got yourself there by your own demise. This is way you choose to live your life. I wouldn’t say the road is where you’re at; being the subject of this poem; It would only be an observation to say the...

Realize

Realize what you want, in your mind, Visualise what you want in life. Nothing’s ever really forgotten it’s always somewhere hidden inside; Even if you do try, to live your life in such a fake disguise. Could be masked by a smile, a life spent living in denial. You and...

Words – Part 1

I wonder if later, you might want to play a game? Take this Poem act it out, make the thoughts bounce off this page, Words some might say: you shouldn’t say, A filthy mouth emphasizes the pleasure of my pain. How many times can you make me come in one day? Crazy...

Patchwork Soul

I was thinking about you today, A wonder-fied mist of all my mistakes. I remember still: the words you say; How you used them to keep me trapped in pain. You were a restraint; I was always bound to your chains. Always think before you act, Never be spontaneous, you’d...