Poetry To me Is none of that Pretentious tripe The fancy writers Use to describe Their chosen art form "The crying of the soul" "The words the heart speaks When the lips can't open" "A pain so intense That tears become words" Poetry To me Is just words That I'm too… Continue reading What Is Poetry?
There are days That I feel Like a foreigner In my own skin In my own head As though I don't belong And there lives Another being Much stronger Than I Controlling The thoughts And the voices Compelling me To leave But what if I do? Where would I go? This mind And this… Continue reading Foreigner
"What rhymes with coffee?" The only word that I can think of Would be toffee Maybe one or two near rhymes But they're all a little off key They'd have a better chance of working Spoken softly But I'll try to think of more When I'm a little less groggy And my brain less foggy… Continue reading What Rhymes With Coffee?
I want to find a place In this world Where I can feel at home I want to find a face That I can wear And feels like my own I want to find my people All so different No-one feels like a clone I want to stand In a crowd Where I don't… Continue reading Take Me Back
Death Draws them in The smell Of blood Calls them To feast Tear flesh From bone Gorging On every sinew Every fibre Leaving nothing For their family To mourn Vultures The media I can't tell the difference Anymore Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: vulture
More and more I see them The Gatekeepers Trying to keep the rest of us In line Proclaiming those Who break their rules Unwelcome In the #WritingCommunity (and #PoetryCommunity) Why can't they just fuck off?
I need you To challenge me But never fight me To push me But never force me To teach me But never preach to me To better me But never change me To complete me But not compete with me To be the wind in my sails And the anchor That holds me still Updated… Continue reading I Need You
Why must you be Such a contradiction So many sides to you Always causing friction I can't tell which face Is real and which are fiction So I guess you can Call this my valediction
I try not To take it Personally When not even my own Reflection Can bear to look At me It hurts It cuts deep And the only thing That hurts more Cuts deeper Than this self-loathing Is the feeling That this is never Going To change Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt:… Continue reading Self-Loathing
Is this the final turning point Am I on the final stretch Is my journey almost done Is the end within my reach Or is there something else That life has in store for me Is the road to redemption The one on which I'll always be Response to the Word of the… Continue reading Road to Redemption