My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
I’m so far gone
But it makes me think of you
Dreams we had
Dreams we never
had
Dreams we should have had
Now
We’re nothing more
Than strangers passing by
On the street, listening
To songs we told each other about
Thinking
About what we could have been
But
Now we are nothing more
Than dust in the wind
Impressions in the sands
Of time
The hourglass
Turns upon itself and
We are where we begun
Being nothing at all
Check my birthmarks –
My personal spots and signs,
My life scars, too many to count
But they are mine
Either by birthright, or the attempts on my life.
It feels like I have nine lives,
Four chambers, one bullet
And a cocked hammer –
Pulled back by my stress,
Until I snap, and take that one in four chance
To blast myself in the head.
Although I’m not better off dead.
I’m better off red
In the face, with tears on my cheeks,
Till I’m wet, soaked, covered in sadness,
To the point of breathless madness
But it’s fine, it’s all for the sake of saving him,
That child residing on the inside
Of my heart, working the machine
The way he’s worked his whole damned life,
Putting his own desires aside,
All for the sake of peace and mediation,
Another tough pill to swallow,
But facing the truth is his daily medication
As he carries the same marks,
The same scars, given to him by lovers,
Mothers, brothers, friends and absent fathers,
Who were either there to embrace him,
Burn him at the stake, or neglect him
The way I did when I buried him in the dark
Cold hard ground when I was five.
No, I didn’t want to look at him,
Be him, or free him from his despair,
No, that little boy was going nowhere
If it was up to me, till a point in my life
When I realised that little boy never gave up the fight.
The bustling street corners,
Rumours floating through alleys
The woman in the window
A man on the corner
Protection, rejection, a murder
Of crows and other birds
Fly overhead, past street lights
Green lights, I stay
Between the red flags
So I’m safe from the riptide,
The quiet pressure of pounding waves
Pulled along by her presence
Up there in heaven, the moon
And our many memories,
Times together when
We thought we would be
Forever and a minute
Passed before we were reminiscing
About what could have been,
Though tonight I’ve been
Okay on my own
Thinking about
What should have been
And this is it
The only outcome
For a life split in two
So many times
That I’m okay with being just with me
And not being with you
Hey, can we please start again?
A new sunrise, new
Dewdrops on the flowers outside
Your window where we
Could have lied in the grass, but
Instead we lied to ourselves,
And said:
It was going to be a beautiful day
For us to enjoy together but
This is not our day –
It’s not yours,
nor is it mine.
Of course, it would be nice
To start from the start –
From where it all began, but
Now, we are where we are,
Though at least
We’re still friends.
Even through all the lies –
The goodbyes to the past
And future we never had.
The goodbyes to a sunrise
That would never set on us, together.
The goodbyes to the life
We never had and
Will never have
Because
we can’t start again.
Lay me in the dust of death
A vague disconnect
From the blood on my hands
In the drowning discotheque
Music pounding in my head
To the beat of how things used to be
With our drunken songs
On dimly lit city streets
The sheets on my bed
Still carry your ash
Where I sleep
And have my fitful dreams
From which I keep waking
With tremors in my hands
And an unsteady breath
That escapes my lungs
And leaves me here
Laying myself down in the dust of death
I am looking out
To a grey world
Smog, smoke and decay
The rain drops like tears
On my window, rivers
Scattered patterns that thrive
In their abstract nature
As they pass the webs
Where spiders sew and weave
Like their life depends on it
The wind constantly pushing
On their homes and mine
Is blown away, but how
Did it come to this
This desperate desperation
Drug-induced haze
Pink powder running through veins
The world looks a little less grey
The spiders are dancing
Dodging deadly droplets
Looking into my window
Multitudes of eyes and I
Look back at them
And smile
I’ll build you a home in my arms,
Where you can be alone.
But if I do,
I don’t know
If there’s enough room for two.
If you’re in my chambers –
If you’re in my heart,
Then the last thing I’d want
Is for this house to fall apart.
Recycled heartbreaks – the pains of the past,
The same loves that would never last.
I couldn’t ask for anything else.
How else would I know how to love myself?
If I delve deep down into the echoes that sound
In my heart, of heartbeats that beat hearts
With an unending pressure, to seek pleasure
Which could tear the heart apart.
It’s a casual depression – a downwards incline –
Some emotional suppression, but really it’s fine.
An untimely confession,
Time after time –
In a rush to get a crush,
Just to feel alive.
A longing for your touch,
Simply to survive.
It is all a bit much,
But oh, it’s my crutch.
That in the worst of times,
I went looking for love.
Therefore, my dear,
If I do ask you out,
I’m not sure either
What that’s all about.
She loves the attention –
The tension with my heart.
She shares it with everyone,
Till it tears me apart.
She loves the attention,
The way she plays with my mind,
Till all the pretend confessions
Have played their essential part,
And I respond in kind.
She loves the attention –
An insult to myself,
And I won’t even mention
How the clock has struck twelve.
She loves the attention,
And why do I care?
She’s the most beautiful thing,
For all the world to share.
I know you didn’t mean to leave me the way you did.
I believe you,
Even though it seems so strange
To believe anything you say,
As your voice still remains silent in your grave.
JD Poetry 