I took the bait
now I’m hanging from your hook
I’m in dire straits
I was supposed to walk away
But I guess you were the bear that day
And I the salmon in the bay
writing
A great pain
Folded into crazy homes
Frozen behind windows
Staring out, eerie eyes
Hazy behind rasping gusts of breath
Before curtains close
To hide this poverty
Of mind
DNA
Hanging on the curvature of every word
You never said
Missing in your message
Are the letters in my head
Making sense of all these mind warping bends
Cursive writing,within my blood
Dripping, spinning webs
Revealing the DNA beneath
The masquerade
Anger
Once swept aside
In anger
Anguish always follows.
I know this. But I’m an angry bastard anyway!
Sunday wordle on a Monday: Original
You think you’re the last groove
in the vinyl
the last song
to fill the void
The one and only
the final original specimen
here to soothe the cracks
of those designed ‘none organically’
Like you and your one and only kind
Apologies for lack of posts
I’ve not been posting on schedule, long gaps in between.
I just don’t seem to be able to write as often anymore. My writing is coming few and far between, I don’t know why.
Recycle
I’m leaving trails of forgotten intentions
haphazardly heading nowhere
Waiting to be empty again
so I can be filled
and recycle myself into someone else
Staccato
Thursday poetry a day late: Screw
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will haunt me still
Ricocheting around my skull
Till thought is null
With only oughts to do
But no drive to pull them through
Living inside a skull
Inside a mind, inside a brain
Royally fucking screwed
Wordle attempt
Earth whispers rumours
Of her indifference
And we can do nothing
But listen
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