bloggity blog, poetry

what we sow

I can feel him squirm The worm he is Not dragon or snake Doesn't need to tell me How "powerless" feels This was a lesson he taught me too well Am I enjoying myself? Well ... yes It is not often We get to see karma in action But I warned him She is a… Continue reading what we sow

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bloggity blog, poetry

happy father’s day

Cruelty is not a trait you should have Compassion and kindness is the only way you should kill anyone Inflicting pain with every move you make The innocence of babes destroyed I hope you don't realise what you have done Because if you did That would be so much worse Laughter like hornets wings Your… Continue reading happy father’s day

bloggity blog, poetry

my freedom, waves

Vapor rings dance out of my mouth as I think of all the things I have done Sleeping in a double bed First time in two years Space has never felt so cozy He, a paper weight on my ink-stained soul It is nice to finally allow the breeze to take me where it pleases… Continue reading my freedom, waves

bloggity blog, poetry

through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year

bloggity blog, poetry

fire water burn – the fiction

The moon peeks from behind the clouds Shimmering hazy through shifting smoke thick The acrid stink fills my nose And I realize I had blacked out I look up and look around The winter cold night is heating up Flames, so pretty dancing How long was I gone? Feeling like I just broke out of… Continue reading fire water burn – the fiction

bloggity blog, poetry

chest ribs broken

Decimated heart Torn out Cut from my chest Ribs broken Your rusty knife wounding You hand it to me, my dying heart Silver plater cold tarnished As if you are serving me Something which was never mine Removed and bleeding Hollow place where it once was It still beats like moth wings But it is… Continue reading chest ribs broken

bloggity blog, poetry

roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry

bloggity blog, poetry

flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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yours, my hell

I live exist in the house of nightmares Reliving little horrors skin re-torn bruises re-blackened I walk through the hall of mirrors but the reflections are all different Me the way you saw me hideous, repulsive Me with you at my back knife at my throat My eyes are not my eyes They are yours,… Continue reading yours, my hell

bloggity blog, Mother Fucking Rant, poetry

fight in silence

We fight in silence we battle with words using punctuation to scream using structure and verse to cut deep into each others flesh this is the new but the fight is still the same We love too much to love And hate ourselves too much to change this is the new but the fight is… Continue reading fight in silence