Tattoo – a poem about ……….

This ink on my skin tells a story about me which may not be obvious to you at first sight especially if all you see if yet ‘another tattoo’ permanently etched onto flesh as a fashion statement. I’ll not argue with your viewpoint if you disagree that my ink is a fantastic piece of art … Continue reading Tattoo – a poem about ……….

Puppet – a poem about……

Unlike you I’m still in pain Because you’re so real. I called to God Asked if he’d cleanse you From my filthy mind. Yet he declined Then ordered to me To kneel in shame. I cut myself Letting the blood fall In your memory. In my darkest mind You retain control of me I am … Continue reading Puppet – a poem about……

Pain Is Real – a poem about…….

Pain is always real Buried deep into our bones Leaving us in this life of nothing Tired of this old thing, so I find a vein, Pain is real. Tired of everything, feel it quickening, Life begins to blur. Pain is real. Get the fuck out of my head Stop playing around as if you're … Continue reading Pain Is Real – a poem about…….

Never-Ending Cycle – a poem about……

Saw a vision of you once again standing before me with a sickened smile inducing torment with equal pain impossible to ignore you or run away. Still remaining your unwilling slave cannot drown out your bitter signal your actions still dictate how I behave even though it was three decades past. Can I ever be … Continue reading Never-Ending Cycle – a poem about……

Promised – a poem about………

I vowed to build walls around us, protecting love and life, she would want for nothing, other than what I could give. Lies lead to more untruth, gut-wrenching bile serving the proof, as I recognised, that I was nothing other than a misspent youth. Yet, there was a union, formed through bitterness and confusion, at … Continue reading Promised – a poem about………

Pale Walls – a poem about………

I get all, distorted as you stare at pale walls what an obscure numb forcing me down into the dirt You like me, distorted aroused when I hurt such a strange dead buzz holding tight as you fade into the dirt We're entwined and, distorted our faces blur into new colours then I laugh at … Continue reading Pale Walls – a poem about………

Stars – a poem about……….

I look up at the stars and wonder, will they have a place for me? I doubt that they will, as I do not believe in them anymore. I tend to look downwards these days, staring into the abyss of blackness, waiting for the fiery underlord, to welcome me into the darkness. I hear him … Continue reading Stars – a poem about……….