Tag Archives: Night

I remember (poem of mine)

I remember the rush of the air

The sense of death

was so alive

in the pulses

surrounding me

I think I died many times

before I was here

and the palpability

of loss

and regret

as thick

as the wish

on my lips.

A full moon

and black, black

air

a hand on mine

in the night

I meet your eye.

Do not deceive me

black

black night.

Opaque

As I was

surrounded by your smog

to breathe

was a dream.

I lay untouched

in my fort,

smothered.

Do not touch me.

I remember

I remember

the air as thick as burning timber

And to breathe,

Like a dream,

your hand on mine

A dream,

A dream,

A dream.

 

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Not guilty (poem of mine)

You sent me a text
About sex
And I was hoping I would get some
Declaration of love
About unrequited passion
A definition
To quell my constant aching
No
You were just acting
And I cant complain because
I wanted something
Rather than nothing.
I guess I am feeling something,
But whether it’s love
Or hate
I don’t know
It seemed to me that
We walked that line
between the two.
I lie and say to the ceiling
1 o clock – I’m not sorry.
2 o clock – I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry.

Darkness to chokehold (poem of mine)

By the light of my cigarette
An impermeable night
Closes to chokehold.
Brick by brick
Stacked in symmetrical folds
Blade by green blade
Grass, bitten with cold.

Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Eyes of 2 burnt coals,
And a feathery tremor
Climbs like a trellis
In the cold winds groan.

Brick by brick,
The gravelly tones
Of a night
Turned darkness
To chokehold.

A garden of remembrance (poem of mine)

A garden in the darkness,

And the night insects

Skulk in the grass,

The whitest meadow,

Moon drenched

Crystalline.

And I

Shadowed in the crevice,

I do not know this place.

Time brews

An empty ticking

Sensation

And the quiet spider

Trembles in its web

I feel

This tremor,

A cascade

Through my marrow

And beneath

An upwards surge.

Eyes go amiss.

Then again

Another darkness

Pours over me

I pray to feel it resting

I know when it recedes,

It only sleeps at my feet.

In shrieking darkness (poem of mine)

I lie awake
And breathe dark
Hope
That thoughts
Will soften with the light.
I try to pin down
This ferocious struggle
Restrain
It’s piercing scream,
Contain
A wailing midnight symphony.
I converse with myself
And every word
Is spit on my flames.
I cannot lie here
And burn in the blackness
In my mind I pace
The long corridors
And I shriek
Till the echoes
Rattle the walls.
And I sit,
Till my shadow
Singes the floor,
And clocks melt to liquid pools at my feet
And boredom dies
From restlessness.
The room is silent
And I am silent
Bandaged
In shrieking blackness.

Because (poem of mine)

I say
I am a poet
Because
I throw words at ceilings
At 3 am
And I hold daydreams
Like fingers
Hold pages in books
Because
I feel love
Like orange street lamps
Because
I can lie all day
Under purple blossoms
And sing lullabies
In a million ways.

And I believe
I believe in the unflinching
Certainty
Of my being.
And I believe in
Poems
Because I pick seashells up
And the whispers sound
Like the sea will speak.

I find poets in people
Because
I see the shadows rest
In the corners of your lips.
Because
I hear birds singing sea shores
In shells.

Bad dreams (poem of mine)

Black skies,
Terrible black skies.
The air reeks of iron,
And my teeth grind to a halt.
Mind stirs,
Like railway tracks in the night.

A Lightbulb cracks,
Light dies.
Fear runs like feet through trees,
And a blue moon
Searches for red eyes.

A faceless smile,
Hangs mobile,
And the bell tolls,
4, and 5, and 9.

A black sky,
A terrible black sky
Simmers softly.