As the despair sets in
it’s not that I want to die
but that I wish I could turn back time
and never have been born
then dying wouldn’t need to be done
and my corpse that will contaminate this world
would never have to become poison

Agony: Poetry 4 for NaPoWriMo

The tears make bokeh of the headlights
Careening around this corner
This is the only time we felt alive
Our skeletons waiting to discard this flesh
And death didn’t half look dashin’
The way he danced and took our breath

And when your lips fall from their hinges
In shock and agony
When the anguish rolls across your face
And your lungs expand with empty space
Know this was the ferocity
That pulled us to our knees
And we were only ever sorry
We couldn’t make it to the other side
Of the storm

A poem about and owl and a cat….

The owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear

Sometimes I struggle reading other peoples poetry because they’re often full of metaphors only known to the writer.


I can write my own metaphors for things till I’m blue in the face, but understanding other peoples metaphors? That’s a struggle and is one of the reasons why I don’t really tend to read poetry books.

But this is a silly poem and no real metaphor, as far as I can tell can be found. It’s just a simple silly, unrealistic poem.