Poetry Corner: I Slipped …. Again

The scream, the wail The hammer, the nail The pain, the shame I slipped …. Again Promise.

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Poetry Corner: Domestic

Hazelnut eyes and plain brown hair No thousand mile gaze, just an eight mile stare Add a smile to conceal your nightmare Pretend smiles and a jocular air Papering the cracks no one knows are there Happiness? So preciously rare In the dark of loneliness, no one to care A book of memories barren and… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Domestic

Poetry Corner: Pieces

What is left, what shattered pieces to find Are there any shards that remain Time has worn them away The pain of loss just feels the same I am grieving what never was, Grief over a fairy tale I pasted up Ripped into crumbling pieces My complicit delusion to obscure the void Of the time… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Pieces

Poetry Corner: Clock of Time

I’m not sure I asked, It happened anyway, you said I did, It’s all my fault, It always is.   An earned reward, that consequence I knew better, You said I did, I always do.   I gave up knowing, Not even the same is safe Breathing daring, I know I should.   You would… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Clock of Time

Dear Diary: Look Down on Me?

Most days a look of contempt or disdain is nothing to me, the opinion of some random non-entity who knows nothing of who I am Today it bothered me: today I wanted to shake her and ask who are you to think for one minute you are better than me? No one is better than… Continue reading Dear Diary: Look Down on Me?

Dear Diary: Manchester is not by the Sea

The seaside, so often the facade of towns long closed down in heart and soul existing was not for me. This was reflection and calm, the quiet, where people said a cheerful hello while you look out, a gas rig or two between your bench and Norway. A different place, a different sense of time.… Continue reading Dear Diary: Manchester is not by the Sea

Monday Night Reflection: Back to Normal

That is a lie, of course, there is no back to normal. Not in a bad way, but I am not going back. I had decided to move on before any of this dropped on me, I had changed direction, and normal was a fluid state of moving forward towards something new and different. Normal… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection: Back to Normal

Poetry Corner – The Real Me

Sometimes you forget Sometimes you believe Sometimes you don’t pretend You are not who you are Not make believe or fantasy You believe the empty words The things they say because they should Because they should be kind They are the encouraging sort Some days I forget they expect me to fail Some days I… Continue reading Poetry Corner – The Real Me

Monday Night Reflection – Getting Philosophical

I have resisted for a while, but lately, it has been really very difficult not to turn very simple questions into mini or maybe not so mini motivational speeches about what is really important in life. What I am saying isn’t new to me, and really is not some sort of amazing light bulb epiphany… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection – Getting Philosophical

Monday Night Reflection: Darkness

  I don’t want to reflect, I don’t want to create, I don’t want to be kind, I don’t want to be compassionate, I want nothing to do with people or the world, in fact, to echo Alfred’s characterisation of the Joker, I just want to watch the world burn. This is not depression, this… Continue reading Monday Night Reflection: Darkness