I’ve been running
For so long
That I’ve forgotten
What scared me
In the first place
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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How
Can I mourn
The person
You didn’t allow me
To become?
Why
Do I
Keep believing
You’d want
To help me?
What
Would it take
To show you
That
I am
More lost
Than ever?
When
Will I feel
The love
You say
You have
For me?
Where
Are you
Now that you’ve
Left
Your marks
All over me?
Who
Am I
To deserve
These questions
Answered?
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I can’t tell you
What I need
Because what I need
Is for you
To know
Without needing to be told
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Anguish dissipates
At the sight
Of my young son’s smile
Despite knowing
That he too
Will be forgotten
Lost to time
Almost as soon as I am
Yet here and now
There is joy
A small light
Illuminating the crushing darkness
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If I were
To let go of my pain
Who would mourn
The future
I was never able
To have?
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Eventually
The day will come
When
You are thought of
For the last time
When
All evidence
Of your existence
Has vanished
When
Even your descendants
Have forgotten
Your name
When
Every atom
Of your body
Has been recycled
Then
All that will persist
Of you
Will be the subtle impact
Of your brief touch
Upon the collective consciousness
Of humanity
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Sometimes
I fear
That I didn’t leave sooner
Because I wanted to know
Why
Because I couldn’t bare
To be alone with my thoughts
Attempting to justify
My decision
To put myself first
By cutting you out
I also cut myself off
From any closure
You could possibly provide
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What terrifies me
More than anything
Is the realization of
How little
It would take
For all vestiges of civilization
To fall away
When naked and afraid
When hungry and alone
Man becomes beast
Either attacking for resources
Or attacking to defend them
Tell me
What wouldn’t you do to survive?
Tell me
What makes you different from a savage
Other than the happenstance of your birth?
Tell me
Why you think you are saintly enough
To act any different?
I am terrified
Because I know what I will do
If pushed
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a casual comment
uttered by a stranger
felt better
than an entire childhood
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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What truth
Do you hope to find
Scrying into oblivion?
This moment
Holds more depth
Than yesterday’s silence
To search
Is to destroy
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Want to see?
Want to see what it’s like to be me?
Held firm
By an internal decree
A child’s plea
Begging to be understood
Begging for should
Accepting what could be done
No fun
No sun
A fantasy discarded
Lambasted
Contrasted
Plastered by a bastard
Those memories lasted
Despite all effort
Resonating through time
A drunken crime
By human slime
Barely tame
Internal shame
Contemplating blame
Dualistic probabilities
Hostilities causing liabilities
My capabilities prohibited
My disabilities exhibited
My responsibilities limited
Limitation
Commiseration
Cessation
Mental castration
Not to win
Just to fit in
To control sin
To begin again
With the chagrin of my skin
Dulled by gin
Lulled into a stupor
A survival trouper
With one mission
Granting admission
To the child within
The beguiled one
The half mild one
The defiled one
A wild one
Seeking a gun
For some momentary fun
For you, me, and everyone
Dark thoughts
A catalyst
An internal antagonist
But don’t worry
It’s just a story
A fiction
Momentary glory
A bestowment of a moment
A direct line
From a past in decline
I’m no longer prime
No longer mine
No
Please stop
Please don’t
Don’t stop?
He won’t stop
Never did
My words as memory
My words as curse
Painful flashback
Of a smack
A shack
Of blackness I can’t track
Down that path lies an abyss
Oh, so easy to dismiss
Focus on the kiss
Focus on the bliss
Just don’t reminisce
Else it’s just psychotherapy
Spoken lethargy
Pills as energy
Wills to pay the bills
Because didn’t you know the past kills?
But I’ll last
Today’s a contrast
A sky overcast
A rainbow diet, a fast
Focus on the good
Focus on the wow
Focus on the now
Problem is,
I don’t know how
Thoughts like locusts
Focused moments
Total destruction
Mental construction
Limited production
But that’s the point right?
Act tight
Think light
Avoid the night
Focus on the might
And get functional
Make my presence stomach-able
I’ll fit in
After social conditioning
Personality change
To the acceptable range
Not to what I would have been
Not to what should have been seen
Just a benchmark to glean
A dependency to wean
Getting off, on getting off
Abstaining as control
Life’s toll
So droll
A new personality
A twisted mentality
Complete with an acceptable morality
Born of brutality
A beastly formality
A childhood totality
Obsessed reality
A focus compressed
To a past expressed
As present solidarity
To the commonality
A survivor’s modality
Truth is,
I’m not alone
There are many broken homes
Many similar pleas
Boys thinking they’re she’s
Girls dreaming of degrees
Only to freeze
Triggered by a sleaze
Just a look of displease
Is all it takes
To land us back on our knees
A war eternal
Repeated in a journal
Blaming the external
For pain internal
There is no end
A rumination of pain
A brain stain
A drain of focus
A struggle to attain
To abstain
Life’s a circle
A cycle to break
To break-free of
So, the question remains
Do you still want to know me?
Do you still want to see?
Or is this all just a fantasy?
A compassionate conspiracy
Or an unwitting enquiry
Just back out politely
That’s what I do
Dissociative mental crew
Dig deep
Mental leap
Back to the creep
Back to me feeling like sheep
Just another cheap reap
Just another statistical bleep
I weep
Hiding in sleep
Hiding in myself
With a cold disposition
To your inquisition
And sanitised a presentation
A social prohibition
A DSM condition
My worst symptom?
Oversharing admission
A granted commission
Disguised by a mission of ambition
To thrive
To survive
To stay alive
Ah,
Such lofty goals
How I can be so blithe?
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Why does it feel like I’m all alone?
Like my house isn’t my home,
Like I’m running from the unknown?
Why does it feel like it shouldn’t be this way
Like my nerves are on display,
Like I’m living as prey?
Why does it feel like my mind’s full of trash?
Like my intentions are ash,
Like I’m hoarding my father’s stash?
Why does it feel like I’m under attack?
Like my actions lack,
Like I’m waiting for a smack?
Why does it feel like it will never end?
Like my words offend,
Like I’m expected to pretend?
Why does it feel like everyone is lying?
Like my dreams are dying,
Like I’m only supported when crying?
Why does it feel like these words aren’t enough
Like my life isn’t so rough,
Like I’m creating demons from fluff?
Why does it feel like I’m a total fraud?
Like my soul just wants you to applaud,
Like I’m fundamentally flawed?
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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what we had
together
was but a pleasant dream
real
only while asleep
yet merely
a phantasm
upon waking
your perfume
forgotten
a nightly fancy
turned nightmare
the stark morning light
now
smells grim
upon waking
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something
must be wrong
with you
how else
would you
see worth
in me
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Grimy, gross, and greasy,
The god of gluttony gesticulates gladly,
‘Eat me, enjoy me, immerse yourself in me.
For I am what you want.
For I am what you desire’.
Guilt and pleasure stand side by side,
Beckoning you to consume more.
The delicious poison tempts,
Tantalises, and teases your tastebuds.
Tactically taunting,
Telling your tummy that it's almost time.
Quickly,
You take your first bite and think,
‘Meh it’s alright’.
But then it hits you,
The cravings pull you in.
The voice of reason says,
‘No, never, no more, no way, not again!’
But you can’t stop.
It’s already too late.
It’s got you.
You're hooked,
Addicted,
Dependant,
Strung out.
Your family and friends begin to fret.
With added fervour they furiously try to force
feed you fantastically fresh fruit.
This attempt is frivolous,
The fructose filled feast fails.
You feign interest and say,
‘Fair thee well’.
For your heart, mind, and soul will now, and forever be, a consumer.
The fast food has you.
It's yours and you’re its.
An unholy matrimony,
A marriage of consumption,
And you don't want a divorce.
Till death do you part.
So, act now or forever hold your peace.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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You say you love me,
But you don’t know me,
Not the full me,
Not every part of me,
Not as I really am.
You say I should open up,
That I should share,
That I should let you in,
Into my inner world,
Into my mind, my emotions, my everything.
You say you will accept me,
But that’s a lie,
You don’t know me,
Not all of me,
Not the parts you haven’t seen.
Do you know yourself well enough?
How will you react to me?
What will you do when I show you?
What will you think of my darkness?
My pain? My weaknesses? My desires?
No.
You only accept the parts you’ve seen.
Then you make assumptions,
Of yourself,
And of me.
That I’m not that bad,
That there isn’t much more,
That embarrassment holds me back,
That you can save me,
And that you would want to.
It is safer to hide,
To show a just little,
Just the parts that are acceptable,
The parts I have practiced,
The parts that work.
You don’t love me,
You just love those parts,
You just love the surface,
Your love hasn’t touched the depths,
It never will.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Erotica, R-18+
One hand
around your throat,
the other
inside you,
as I stare
into your eyes
and pin you
against my bedroom wall
growling the words,
“Tonight
you
are all
mine.”
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
Black leather
and hard steel
encircle soft flesh.
A physical symbol
of a spiritual connection.
Ownership
expressed as a promise;
‘When this padlock
clicks shut,
everything else
will begin
to unlock.
By binding your body
I will tame your mind
and in doing so
I will free your soul.
All you need do
is kneel
and accept
my gift.’
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
my pronoun
is whore
because i want more
because pleasure
is my core
because i adore
your hands
around my throat
forcing my knees
to the floor
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
exploring
the depths
of the flesh
by connecting
to the divine
a prayer
of pleasure
a wave
of metaphysical ecstasy
hinting at heaven
hinting at eternity
found through union
with one another
with oneness itself
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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