Tag: Poet

Untitled Relationship Poem #9

Sitting
clouded skies above
turbulent waters below.
Standing
caught
cross winds
lift up
soar
falling fast
screaming
net gone.
No warm arms
folded near.
Memories
times
where there was care
there was love
there was hope…..
fleeting
should never have believed
love is not real.
A farce
a wire wrapped rose
blood letting diamonds
chains
wrapped
suicide by marriage.
Despair
losing self in bitter image
raged bullets
fly from lips
razing chance to reconcile.
Frosted cold
angst ridden
watch dead lovers pass
wrapped in bliss
forgotten pain
forgotten rage
a pretty patina
gloss over reality
nothing will ever change.
©Nov. 23/20
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Me Myself & I

Disillusioned
fairy tales
not real
love
prince charming
happiness
dance across screens
leap across dreams
seems to land in everyone else’s lap
while I
watch from sidelines
drawn 
watch behind fences
erected
stand behind drawbridge
drawn tall
watching world in love
not seeing
not wanting
not needing
that sickening stuff.
Alone
proud
can do it all
need no one to hold my hand
independent
beheld to none
allowed to live my life
as I wish it to run.
No one sees me late at night
reflected in deep moonlight
sitting
wondering
where it all went wrong…..
why…..
when….
how is no mystery
torment
torture
men who abused
who broke
sense of self
sense of worth
whilst laughing with delight
at tortures played 
upon tender flesh.
Stand tall I will.
Stand alone I shall.
For time
has proven 
again and again
that I am the only one
I can believe in.
 
©Nov. 21/20
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