All it takes
For me to flee
Is a sharp look
From you
Directed at me
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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i see a tsunami approaching
and i know
if i start drowning
you will help
you will pull me out of the water
at the last moment
you will save me
but i am so terrified
of getting wet
that i am frozen in place
and thus
i can’t build the shelter
to weather the wave
or find the strength
to run
to higher ground
so i’m forced to wait
as my doom gets closer
praying that the
promised help
does indeed come
before i pre-emptively give up
because waiting
for the wave
is no way to live
and surviving it
just to see another
isn’t either
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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I rush off
Like I’ve got somewhere to be
Something to do
Or someone to see
But that’s a lie
Cause the reality is it’s just gonna be me
Scared and alone and devoid of esprit
Asking the same questions repeatedly
‘Why do I end conversations so quickly?
And why do I flee
When all that I crave is company?’
Daily
I attempt to reconcile this hypocrisy
But the internal enquiry
Just yields me a dark prophecy
It states with nihilistic glee that
‘Happiness is impossible to guarantee’
Oh well
At least my family
Can use this poetry on my obituary
So if you’re reading this
Please ignore the depravity
The dead should be looked upon positively
Their transgressions forgotten to the pasts obscurity
I’m left wondering if this pain a function of my pedigree
If it was meant to be
Or if I brought it upon me
Cursed by fate and my family tree
Or by god and a world that rewards functionality
And profit derived from cruelty
Take what you can and fuck all that disagree
Prosperity if your right as long as you are free
As long as you agree
I’m so angry
And tired
And disproportionately craving insobriety
The only thing keeping me here is my children’s plea
Daddy won’t you come play with me?
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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The first thing you notice are his bare feet,
Black and dirty.
Lacking a chair, he squats.
Lacking a home, he squats.
The second thing you notice are his eyes,
Sunken and hollow.
Desperate.
You walk.
He sees you seeing him.
You walk faster.
He smiles wide.
His teeth are as broken as the dwelling he guards.
Shattered windows for a shattered soul.
He calls out.
You walk faster still.
His sunken eyes suddenly grow sharp.
He recognises an opportunity.
You wear things of value.
You are something of value.
A second voice joins the first,
And then a third.
They point.
They chuckle.
They stand.
Your wealth represents their high.
Your body represents their high.
You run.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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I withdraw,
Please don’t take it personally,
It’s just what I do
To keep myself safe.
I want you to understand.
The world is too loud,
The world is too fast,
The world is too big,
The world is too confusing.
It overwhelms me.
The endless conversations,
The unclear demands,
The double sided statements,
And the hidden intentions.
I can’t comprehend it all.
The unstated norms,
The disparate customs,
The popular trends,
And the social conventions.
There is too much pressure.
So I withdraw,
Hiding inside of myself,
Seeking a place of solitude,
Somewhere divorced from reality.
I just need time.
To rest,
To heal,
To process,
And to learn
How to function in this world.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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