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La Sombra

I can’t see the light anymore
only the darkness.
In a room full of candles,
I bring the shadows.
 
My mummified heart
beats a dusty thud
inside my chest;
a funeral drum.
 
I am the ghost of Christmas past,
Christmas present
and Christmas future rolled together;
a morbid apparition.
 
I take love
and turn it into misery.
I take ...

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One That Got Away

I love the times that we talk together
I love the sound of your voice
and the way your eyes sparkle
as your laughter curls
around my heartstrings and tugs.
 
I cherish any moment spent with you
I find myself wanting more
than just a quick chat, a shared joke;
A rumour whispered
and a dream exposed.
 
But I am not the man for you
though you may...

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Revelation

And the sky burned in brilliant reds

as the sun rose from behind the horizon.

I beheld a glorious dawn of days;

a rapture of the soul.

I cried out with the joy

Of the newly converted.

Surrounded by a cathedral of trees,

Crowned by that nimbus of light.

And as the last of the winter leaves

shimmered in splendour about me

I understood a simple truth:

so...

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Loves Label Lost

I have a shelf,
And on that shelf
There are jars.
Some labelled,
Some not.

There is one jar
I've been trying to find
Hidden in
Amongst the others;
Identical from the outside.

That jar
Was always labelled
But now that label's gone 
And I can't find 
The right receptacle.

I opened a few
In my hunt
And have to admit
To being skeptical
Of ever finding it!

...

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Castaway


It was wrong of me
to throw my problems onto you.
To tar you with my brush
to expect you to care
to need you to be there.

What are we but a by-product?
The detritus of the life we lead.
And who am I to lay this on you?
To demand more of you
To want a rock to cling to.

And so I let you go;
Cast myself off from your rock
Let the burgeoning waves
carry me far fro...

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The Afflicted

I have no idea if this is any good.  Seems mostly stream of thought to me but it needed to come out, so here it is:

 

Life is an affliction
from which we never recover.
Enter the world screaming
And never stop.

Life seems fit to torment;
a torrent of dark abuses
gilded with a veneer
of calm civility

Smiling assassins;
sheep forced into wolves clothing.
We lash ou...

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The Witching Hour

He lies awake, eyes wide
An excited shiver warps his body
As he waits in the witching hour
For her.
 
On this special night
When the umbral veil is thin
And worlds, once repelled, collide
he can again
Hold his lover tight.
 
The clock chimes midnight
and the room is filled with unholy light
as she comes to him,
floats majestically through ...

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Requiem - A Response

She stands and weeps
as the rain seeps through her clothes.
She stares at the cold, frank headstone
and can almost feel his presence near.
She whispers things
that she always felt the most
and wishes she had told him
when he was more than just a stone

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Requiem

A young man stands beside a girl
dressed all in black.
She weeps openly as she bows her head
he tries to comfort her.
Her heels sink into the mud
as the rain patters off dark umbrellas.
She stands just mouthing words
he doesn’t want to hear.
He listens and watches her tears glisten
but he can’t help her now.
If she’d had said those words
just days bef...

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How

How lonely is the cloud as it wanders?
How crowded are the daffodil hosts?
How long can I listen to the empty beat?
How long can I stand the echoes?
 
A hollow life and a sunken heart
my gifts to the world.
A false hunger and desperate need
my concerto of wasted words.
 
How far can the crow fly on broken wing?
How much does a blind man miss the sky?
...

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You

You are my favourite thing.
I could watch you all day,
listen to you for hours
and bathe in the luxury
of your company.
 
You brighten my days
and enliven my nights.
You turn a mundane task
into a job worth doing
and turn a chore into a joy.
 
I need nothing from you
but your friendship.
I expect nothing from you
but the gift of your p...

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Bite The Bullet

Sitting with the gun,
Staring at its dead black eye,
a cycloptic reaper.
The end of all things,
Just a finger stroke away.
Yet still I linger.
 
Do I greet the end?
Welcome the darkness gladly?
Stop the sorrow now?
Perhaps I should wait,
Pray for better tomorrow,
A much brighter day.
 
Can future hope be,
Enough to stay my finger?
...

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Bullet

Same Old Tired Shit

Struggling,
like a sickly kitten in a burlap sack.
My hands weakly claw at the fabric
and it scratches bloody patchworks
on my flesh.
 
Lying,
oppressed by the need
to feed on my own misery.
To deny my mind the respite
of hope and fragrant optimism
 
Indulging,
in my new obsession.
Flowing words from mind
to fingers to page.
Cathar...

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Stop

Stop my crippled heart
From beating down
Every hopeful door.
 
Stop my shattered mind
From falling into
Every dark hole.
 
Stop my futile dreams
From fleeing
My hollow, empty soul
 
Stop my silent tears
From rolling, please
Stop my silent tears.

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Shadowed

Deepest despair crawls.
With searching claws,
It tears through my mind.
 
Hope is hard to find.
 
Black tendrils ensnare,
Fuelling my despair within;
A suicide siren call.
 
My shattered ambition,
Is a breach of sanity’s defence,
A twisted obsession
 
False hope and false promise,
My melancholic trust is broken
And those most belov...

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Hotku

After attending a workshop that was run by Mike Garry, I decided to have a go at some haiku; this is the result!  Go easy, they're not perfect, but they're mine and I like them! :-)

 

Feverish desire
Quenched between your silken thighs
Lips on lips, skin afire

 

Lying under stars
Skin to skin we twine in love
Each other; for hours

 

Climactic embrace
A union of...

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Facets

One is a carer,
a mender of hearts.
A rock to cling to;
Wise and generous.
 
One is a loner,
forever outside.
Fey and aloof,
He stands apart.
 
This One is a joker,
sarcastic and wry,
witty and glib.
He gives away smiles.
 
Another is darkness;
an empty glass.
He broods over shadows,
cloaked in shame.
 
There is one that was love,
so much to give,
but...

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Night Watch

The old familiar shadows
cling to old familiar walls
as early morning spins round again.
 
I lie, eyes wide open, and listen to the rain
I continue the watch; 4am and all is well.
Nobody is sleeping here.
 
Try as I might, I cannot grasp
the ethereal gossamer threads.
Can't switch my brain off,
I've run out of sheep.
 
I long to lie in torpor,
or slumber for a week
...

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When?

  

When the house is still
And every little noise
Is a threat; an intruder
Into my silent home

When the night is cold
And I wrap my blanket
Tight about my body
To fight off the chill

When the days are long
And the nights are longer
And my time is wasted
On melancholy thoughts

When I'm lonely
When I need a friend
When it all gets to much to bear
That's ...

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Waiting Room

Missed my connection,
sitting and waiting.
Staring at the confectionary machine
with hungry eyes.
 
The waiting room is sterile white,
like a hospital; triage for the commuters.
A place out of the rain,
but No Smoking!
 
The wait is like eternity;
surrounded by unfriendly eyes.
Backs turned, arms crossed,
no camaraderie here.
 
We are ...

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Empty Waves

He struggles against the storm,
the waves high above his boat,
He prays for calm.
He seeks desperately for the coast.
 
What harbour would shelter him?
He, who in the midst of his thunder,
brings disaster to the port, on
the merciless waves of his maelstrom.
 
He cannot give his all to somebody
while the boat beneath him lists
and wildly dives between
the peaks and tro...

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Off the Hook

I caught you on my line
Reeled you in,
Gave you my time.
 
You flapped around
And slipped from my grasp
Refused to let me sink my float
 
So I'm cutting you loose
Throwing you off my boat
Into the sea
 
Where there's plenty of fish
But none for me.
I think I use the wrong bait.

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No Place...

Cold winds blow over a desolate landscape
howling through the hollow places.
Solitary footprints disturb the dust.
 
Frigid, forsaken and blasted world,
where the silence is so loud
it screams its pain into the biting gust.
 
Jagged, jutting bones of failed relationships
and the expectant pause of words unsaid are
a symphony of regret; a chorus of misplac...

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And finally...

I saw it on the news today;
they found my body.
I was wondering where I'd left it.
Two days it had been there,
all alone and fly blown.
In its death it served new life,
a multitude of little breaths.
I rather like the irony in that.
 
Two days is a lifetime for some,
the end of a lifetime for me.
Ignoble in the extreme,
to have all those people
looking at my death mask...

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Your Eyes

 

I'd like to take a look at me
Through your eyes.
I want to see what you see
When you focus on me.
 
Do you see a friend?  A lover?
A confidante?  A brother?
Or do you just see me,
Just another random other?
 
I'd like to see what you see
Maybe then I’d understand
Why you just don't notice.
Why don't you notice me?
 
I'd like to t...

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In the Blood

I bleed from every inch of me I bleed for every inch of you Each drop of sweat I weep I sacrifice to you You taste the blood that's on my lips And savour every sip A cardinal sin Stained cardinal red A crimson boundary Painted onto our sinners bed Transfusion of want Contamination of need You're in my veins You're in my head I bleed for every inch of you

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Stunted

Wracked with indecision
and torn through blood and bone,
a fatal inquisition peering into my soul.
A breach of social etiquette,
disrespectful of the rules.
 
I hold my tongue back desperately
the words are too loud to speak
wanting to mouth them silently
praying my will is not too weak     
and my selfish mind not too cruel
 
I watch from the cor...

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Gentleman Caller

As the gas lit streets of London
brood under a veil of fog,
the ladies of the evening
huddle beneath their shawls.
 
The cobbled streets no longer
as safe as they were before
and safe is always a relative term,
when you're a Whitechapel whore.
 
Nichols, Chapman, Stride and Eddowes
cut down in their prime,
violated, mutilated, poured out onto the ...

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The Nomad

Bleached and broken bones
lie along the highway.
Sit in cars; stare out and smile
grisly memorials to the people
they used to be.
 
The Nomad walks on
past these calcified statues
from a time he'd rather forget.
He walks onwards, not looking back
only ever forwards.
 
He does not have a destination
He wanders and follows the road.
Each day...

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The Greatest Show on Earth

I'm sick of all these people

expecting me to be

someone that I'm not

something I can never be.

 

I hate the way I have to pretend

to play nice and laugh along

sick of singing their song

tired of banging their drum.

 

Why is it so hard for me

to be me?

Why won't the world

just let me be who I want to be?

 

Stack the odds in my favour

...

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Blank Regret

 

The spaces between the lines

Say more than this meagre rhyme

Can ever hope or ever wish.

All the things I need to say

Are held there in the spaces,

The blank, stark white

Between upper and lower cases.

 

It's nothing; it is everything

It's every word I'll ever utter

From the shining stars

To the stinking gutter.

Those spaces will tell you mo...

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Creampie Jesus

Worshipped at my altar,
Made divine in their eyes.
I stand before them,
I hold my arms wide.

I am their Creampie Jesus,
The one they cannot deny.
Reaching out to touch their heads
And offering the sanctity of my bed.

Kneeling at my feet, 
Lips about to meet,
I offer them sacrement,
I offer them release. 

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Memorial

I sometimes wonder about the things we'd have done if we'd had more time. I sometimes wonder about the things you'd say about your life, and about mine. I wonder if you would have agreed with each decision I've made. If you'd have offered wisdom, cautioned patience, warned against greed. I sometimes wonder where you are I sometimes know all too well. I sometimes wander to wher...

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Philosophy Through Confectionary

If life is like a box of chocolates,
why do I get all the coffee ones?

Now people will say that they like the coffee ones
but not me, you can have mine.
I'll just have some chocolate limes.

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Lamentation from a Field of Broken Dreams

Here I stand in my lonely field of dreams

The grass withered, parched and brown

I turn and gaze at the fence over which I jumped

And see the grass looks greener over there

 

Where are you when I need to share this field?

To bring it to life with love and care

Where are you when I need to feel arms around me?

When I need someone to tell me it's alright.

When I...

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Second Glance

Chances missed and chances lost.

nothing ventured, nothing gained.

stolen glances weigh up the cost

of moments left unclaimed;

of touches left unexplored.

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Tempest

Explosions of insight

Light up the sky

As I lie here in the rain

And wait to die

 

A poignant moment

Frozen in time in my mind

The start of all this;

The end of all that.

 

The flash of lightning

Makes my pupils blow

And my tortured, beaten body

Lies broken on the floor.

 

I fought as best I could,

I played my part;

But I was o...

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I Wrote A Poem...

I wrote a poem today For some one I care about a lot. it wasn't the plan, to care a lot, It was supposed to be a simple fling A silly little thing, really. But it's not. She doesn't care about me, At least not in the same way. And that shouldn't matter; But it matters a lot. I think I make a fool of myself Everytime I see her, I can't seem to help it. I chat and I flirt and all...

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Flat Lines

Breadlines, deadlines I can't find the right lines To speak to girls; or women, For that matter. I'm on the breadline, the sideline Always looking on and never playing. Always ready with a good whine To inflict on anyone with the time To listen to this shit. I'm a baseline; rock bottom. Frozen in line, at the back of the queue, Towing the partyline and hating it. Watching like ...

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Pandora's Box

Hope springs eternal, or so they say From Pandora's box, all the horrors Of the world were vomited forth. Only weak, litter-runt hope was left With nothing else to stand in its way. Out into the world it crawled, Blind, mewling and twisted A bitter stunted mutant desperate for attention. It turned to man for succor and love It begged and fawned and prostituted But man was busy e...

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Pandora's Box

The girl and the lake

She reflects upon the surface

As the cold wet arms of the lake

Take her in their deadly embrace.

She feels the cold tendrils curl

Around her calves, her thighs, her waist.

 

The water pales her skin,

It darkens her lips

It shadows her clear, serene eyes,

ecstatic in its aqueous grip.

 

The darkness envelops her,

the currents caress her

as the ...

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Titanium Butterfly

If I had a single ounce of your bravery
A single ounce of your strength,
I could move mountains.
To struggle and to persevere
When those around you fall.
To be thrown to the ground
And beaten and abused
And still you find the courage
To stand tall, to strive to rise above it all.

You can find the perfect words,
Set the perfect tone and, hidden in shadows,
You let the world glimpse you...

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Self Harm

It starts with a cut Into tissue already scarred, Grown pink and ugly over time. With each laceration We feel the sting more keenly A fire through our nerves To remind us we're alive. We slice and we peel Until the body does not remember The bite of the pain We no longer feel. Yet over time, scars heal And flesh regrows anew Knits back together With the skin of new beginni...

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Scream

Credit for the 'difference between sanity and madness' line goes to Alan Moore, I just borrowed it:

 

A burning sky lights the cry,

as the world looks on.

They see the pain, the maddened stare;

they walk on and do not care.

 

I scream for them as much as me,

I scream for them because they can’t see,

that ‘the difference between sanity,

and madness

is ...

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The Marionette

Tugged by heartstrings
twirled around her slender fingers.
His heart is made to dance
to her siren song.
 
Drawn by her promise
of regard and warm affection
ensnared by the cool touch
of bewitching fingers
 
He remains,
bound by a connection
that bids him to motion;
the dance of the marionette.
 
A twisted puppet of devotion,
a tool to boost her shallow ego.
A ...

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The Dancer

She measures her time in memories
and through the lines on her face.
She waits for him impatiently
As if frustration could quicken his pace.
 
They are not strangers, she knows him well
He has danced through her parlour
Many times before.
He has danced for mothers, fathers, friends
He danced for her husband, whose hand she held
until the dance reached its bitter end.
 
S...

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Springtime

If I could take all the flowers
that bloom in the springtime,
bind them together with care
and twine a multi-coloured crown
to sit atop your sun-kissed hair.

If I could catch all the April showers
that fall in the springtime
and pour each glistening drop
into a pitcher filled to the brim
from which your honeyed lips could sup

If I could take the freshest breeze
that blows in the s...

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Daydream

So I stand and I smoke in our little ‘Smokers Quarantine Zone’,
I listen to the birds as they sing in the trees
and just for a moment, the drone of the cars
is transformed into the crashing waves of the sea

And I could almost be free, could almost be
in a different place, with the sand beneath my feet
and a cool breeze on my face.
The cars and the trees and the cigarette ends
...

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Broken Glass

She takes baby steps;
one foot after the other, after the other.
Her bare feet crunch on broken glass
and she winces as she walks.

She is surviving; striving
to turn her life around
breaking her cage and removing her chains
turning her face to a bright future

But as the rain streams
over gargoyle faces like tears,
she yells to passers by for help
and her calls echo back to her

T...

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Dysphoria

It surrounds me like a fog
A blanket, a miasma
A cloak of shame.

It coats all I do
Colours everything I am
It begins to define me

It is not something
That I can prevent,
I only hope to resist

And in that hope 
Lies a desperate wish
A far off dream

A dream lost in haze
Trapped in a maze
Of depression.

My depression
It surrounds me like a fog;
My own cl...

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