You'd think they'd quench the burn; Silent rivulets of pain. Dirty fingers wipe in turn Each eye, mascara stained. Breath, staccato beats a motto, Echoes of the heart inside. Whispered anthem for tomorrow, Body braced to ride the tide. What escapes faith bruised lips? Sound more eloquent than words. When the grasp on silence gently … Continue reading Silence
Poem: The ask
My knees are raw with bending, Sun and moon are my witness It seems like you do not see? They bless me with light, And you with darkness. Keening ears ache in the silence, You do not speak to me. And then, you glance my way; Saw love trapped behind watery eyes. Maybe you heard … Continue reading Poem: The ask
Poem: Crackle and burn
See, the crackle and burn of your grace? Sound sears through icy dark, Lays a hand on my face Like solar flares, your love purges, Frees the mercy you promise. Faith and trust born, merges. Nothing could be more simple; You. Love. Me... And all you bestow is ample Nothing's more harder to understand, Forgiveness, … Continue reading Poem: Crackle and burn
Poem: Stay
'Mighty you are', they say And how they revere your name They lift their heads to heaven Mine dips, with the heaviness of shame I'll sit aside and listen. But, In holiness, did you say 'compete'? Chapter and verse escape me For unworthiness nails me meek I endeavour to catch just a glimpse But I'm … Continue reading Poem: Stay
Poem: Spectre
Let me see something real? I envisage your eyes, dark And the slant of your lips So untrustworthy is your soul. Dark, is the slant of your lips So untrustworthy is your soul Embrace the spectre you are Yield to your hypnotic appeal Tired of the spectre you are I Yeild to your hypnotic appeal … Continue reading Poem: Spectre
Poem: Not
I'm just reviewing my recent poetry. And considering how, when I've only just started to write again, after a good year or so of being frozen... It's pretty dark. My moods fluctuate alarmingly, as you know, or can imagine, if you 'know me' - but, I didn't realise how 'dark' I was. I worry that … Continue reading Poem: Not
Poem: The quality of dark
I wait for the 'adjustment' The opaque film to... clear I've been waiting a while Eyes strained, nails driven Into my palm The minute hand says, ' near'. I'd watched the light retreat when the sky turned midnight I braced against the stars Dreading the bright orb, which dared to rise And doused the world … Continue reading Poem: The quality of dark
Poem: Beautiful
I glimpse myself through your eyes Only when I'm most filthy Your voice, light through mud flames burning purity You make me beautiful I am what I most despise But you never see me filthy You see light in thorns, My flame ignites You make me beautiful In my most desolate cries You whisper what … Continue reading Poem: Beautiful
Poem: Sliding
I finish my first quickly, belligerently, Avoiding clock, phone, others. I feel my mood falter, dip...slide Belligerently, I quickly finish my first. I feel my mood falter, dip, slide Headlong toward the stinging place. I finish my first quickly, belligerently I slide, feeling my mood falter, dip Finally tired of goodbyes This night, I choose … Continue reading Poem: Sliding
Poem: Vauxhall Bridge
I hid my chapped lips, The last vestige of winter Save for the wind which blew tear tripping cold. It ruffled the watery murk, blowing it across the vauxhall bridge traffic; Now surreal by osmosis. Later, balm smeared my wine glass. Merlot hid the cracks, And you painted a similar picture; Something cold, and murky … Continue reading Poem: Vauxhall Bridge
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