22:99
Sniff back the flood of misery
and deny the dam is about
to burst.
They become harder, more frequent
to tackle the building liquid,
but despite it all
leaks begin to
trickle through
for everyone to see
the impending collapse.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
22:99
Sniff back the flood of misery
and deny the dam is about
to burst.
They become harder, more frequent
to tackle the building liquid,
but despite it all
leaks begin to
trickle through
for everyone to see
the impending collapse.
22:98
Climb into bed
in the middle of the day,
if it helps,
and breathe with ease
between the safety of sheets.
Take a moment of pleasure alone,
or with another,
to centre yourself,
to gain the strength
and fling the covers away
and face what you must,
gain what you wish.
22:97
Grief becomes part of the skin,
melted into your bones
and welded as permanent structure.
You carry it every moment,
its constant weight
never settling, but never leaving.
Sluggish movements are your best,
the struggle the only defiance
against sinking into despair.
Against going to sleep
and never waking again.
22:96
Influences drove me to wrong,
voices whispering choices
that should be ignored,
but tickled my conscience
at their daring and destruction.
What a wonderful teasing for chaos.
Moments would never be boring;
I would never feel empty.
22:95
Your destination is on the right.
Arrive!
Tell the world you’re ready
to step out and greet what you must.
Perhaps one day
it will be true.
Arrive.
Survive.
Thrive.
Bit of an update (because I’m struggling to write a poem today).
My course grade has been confirmed as a Distinction and my graduation is next month.
I’ve been trying to write more for competitions but haven’t really got into a proper flow yet. I do want to revise the fairy tale poems I have and re-work one into a different theme, I’ve just been a bit lazy.
I joined a gym after my course ended (hence the swimming poems) and I need to get a better work/gym/writing schedule in place. I’m also a casual gamer and have been playing a lot of games lately (as well as reading).
I am still planning to begin the music/poetry project, it’s something I really want to try and hopefully expand, but the fairy tales are probably priority, either for competitions or getting a pamphlet/collection out.
I’m debating whether to post the completed fairy tale poems I have or to hold them back, time will tell.
Anyway, I do plan to keep posting everyday (sorry for cheating today), if it’s not a poem it will be my thoughts on future projects or possible ideas.
This blog has reached one hundred followers, which has been my goal for a few months, so thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy my ramblings and scribbled thoughts.
22:94
Close the door against pain,
whose cause is something
you can’t understand
when your life is so
full of love.
Still, the murky mood returns
time and again
to impede weary limbs
in trials too exhausting
for a fragile mind to feel.
At times it vanishes
with the dawn, to return
later, as the day’s journey
never slows for you to catch up.
Other times it opens your eyes with you
and haunts your every move,
never relenting so you can
just take a deep breath
and experience some
real fresh, free air.
22:93
To whom it may concern,
if you feel such things,
for concern is vital to make
our interests known.
If you are not concerned,
or long to be a whom concern can target,
then kindly discard this letter
and yourself from our knowledge.
We don’t want to concern ourselves
with anyone who will
not be concerned with us,
or the common interests
they should possess
to make their life easier.
22:92
Please ring doorbell
and wait for acknowledgement
while your breathing quickens
and your heart grows louder.
Strain ears for any sign
you are welcome, and wonder
if they paused to consider
a world where you don’t exist,
or merely stopped to adjust the key.
22:91
His friend expires in his arms,
curdling from life
as his use-by date passes
and his contents turn deadly.
Any attempt to convince people
se’s still consumable
fade away at the odour
and white fuss coating his flesh.
His friend squeezes too hard
and breaks skin to the
rot beneath, sobbing at
the mush, only half-solid,
that his treasured comrade
has become as it slips
from his grasp and
seeps into the world.