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Illusions
Pretend not to notice.
Pretend you don’t see.
Protect at all cost
your illusions of me.
Don’t read what I write
on the lines of my page,
you’ll only find flaws
that you’ve long wished away.
Just keep smiling at me,
I’ll keep smiling at you.
You be who you are
and I’ll do what I do.
I’ll try not to let
all the things in my mind
stray far fro...
Tuesday 20th February 2024 4:08 am
Mind Fog
Maybe something happens
Which propagates a deep unease
That makes you acknowledge the weight in your brain
And reminds you that you're unwell again
Volumous storm clouds roll in and take hold
As well you sit with your feelings inside your head it seems as though a thousand years drift by within yourself
As you wait for the interminable unrest to pass
Lightning strikes and thun...
Tuesday 8th November 2022 9:58 pm
Close The Door
Close the door to all the pain
It will not help you.
Shut out all the rage
It will exhaust you.
Think your thoughts again
But try not to descend
Into turmoil.
Because you've so much to do
To ease your mind.
And how you'll do it
To decide.
And if you're going to begin
You can only do it
One thought at a time.
Friday 12th March 2021 5:34 am
Tornadoes
Not all tornadoes
rip and ravage wide swaths
across grasslands, the flat prairies
nor deep into the wet pungent air
of old plantation country.
No! No Joplin nor Tuscaloosa, here.
These drop
bomb-like
from the
turbulent
...
Thursday 25th April 2019 9:55 pm
I'm in the gap
I think I hung myself in your tears
Yeah, the other day I realised
One noose, one tear drop - same shape.
I choked on the salt of it
eternally thirsty now
When they fell from your eyes
they looked like showers of broken glass
How I wished I could have swallowed that instead
I think that would hurt less
I’ve got 6 bruises, 7 cuts, 3 scars
I’m still counting.
But why...
Sunday 11th February 2018 2:21 am
Darkness
This one comes from some older stuff of mine, written whilst dealing with what i didnt realise was a depression / anxiety disorder at the time. Thankfully now its under control, but reading this back makes me remeber just how black things were back then.
Darkness; continuous, deep, perpetual darkness.
Constant. Soulless. Empty dark space.
It laps at the edges, frayed edges of my c...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:56 am
Battle of One
To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
His face.
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Eventless.
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
His neck,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
I rea...
Monday 11th April 2016 12:02 pm
INTO HELL
INTO HELL
Ascending and turning to the right I shield my eyes to the horrors before me.
I don’t want to look but I know what is there – it is the unbegotten,
all swirling in flames, flesh falling from their burning bones.
Writhing in eternal damnation. Am I to become one, or am I to watch from the edge of hell as they burn? I am being drawn into this vision, this nem...
Monday 19th September 2011 5:40 pm
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