Pain maybe a certainty
but we grow towards the light
and it’s warmth
we need the cold permeation of the rain
osmosis on the brain
the flood of blood
the dirt, the shit, the mud
To have light we need darkness
contrast brings joy
thinking of male and female
Yin and yang
to love is to understand…
I stare at my phone screen
dreaming, scheming
I need constant attention
what a wonderful invention
I need likes and comments
I can write sonnets
to myself
in my Instagram posts
I can puff my chest and boast
but all my dreams are toast
I am narcissus staring at my reflection
on further inspection
I only love myself
and this phone is an extension of me
I shouldn’t choose to die
but this life is self absorbed lie.
Thoughts
Thoughts should fill my mind
but I am blind.
my words just hot air
and my tears just water
I sink beneath the autumn leaves
I am just caught here.
my sentiments just cliches
my ideas yesterday views
the true artists leave me
they pick apart my clues
My brain just wreckage
my poems just spoken
all thats left of me is shopping carts
and Tesco’s tokens
My wages are benefits
My unemployed gains
I am picking apart the drains
for my blood stains
everything I do
I haven’t even got a clue…
Time may pick her locks
moths eat her frocks
and her splendid looks may fade
but she will still hold my heart
like the spark of her voice
hangs like an echo in the Everglades
in Elysium fields her flowers grow
Only the roses know
the gardeners hands
we nurture the voice we want to hear
even if it is the one we fear
we grow all of what we know
I loved her so
but I was fearful of losing
the ghost of her out of my head.
For if I lose her voices dulcet tone
I will be truly left alone…