I started writing poems I vented all my spleen I wrote all of my feelings I gave you all I’d seen I nailed down words in narrow verse, testament to my self I filled the screen with driven thoughts to aid my mental health I shared all of my heartache […]
Poetry
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Can you purge what is to be purged can the fabric be made clean or simply washed to hide corruption Can you empty the house and call it clear while the bricks still bleed dirt When the flood passes are the tide marks washed away or absorbed into the mortar […]
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It’s a moment of occupation the ground below and sky above shaking and darkened by an invader you fear to look at And your home disappears a cell taking it’s place alien walls consuming once familiar streets And with a knot of nothing the occupied look on until skies clear […]
I can see those eyes that creature mangy, broken but vicious, fuelled by wounds inflicted when last we met Prowling with a snarl No killer, nothing so clean nothing so final though in the chase there may be wounds scratches and scars their mark more than their pain or just […]
Loathe to try and give background on poetry given that everyone will get from it what they’ll get and any message I have should be contained in the verse. But, as you lose a lot of context online when you don’t (necessarily) know the author and can’t hear a reading […]
I try my best not to make any value judgements when it comes to suicide, although usually I fail. Whatever the motivations, no matter how understandable they may be, the ramifications will always hit harder. The living, after all, have a lot longer to have to deal with it. Anyway… […]
An anonymous observer saw a world of concrete clouds floating freely through the city paths all narrowed down Between the weight of presence and the lightness of the gone a world revolved around them all no more real than a song. Enjoy it? Support a struggling artist, buy my book!
A clouded breath floats drifting from urban peaks flooding streets made valleys Enjoy it? Support a struggling artist, buy my book!
Well now she’s gone perhaps to die The bastard Me never paused to ask why I walked away with all the rest imagining my hidden best. But fuck the writer and fuck the words a flimsy shield of flimsy verse Because when I write I make myself a better man […]