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I sometimes wonder where all the years have gone

And this song

Starts up in my head

And it says maybe you’re just too well read

 

My how you’ve grown

Look at all the chances you’ve blown

Is it time for show and tell

I guess not but I’ll be sure to see you in hell

 

Another year rolls by

And all I remember is the sound you make when you cry

Was it just for my benefit?

Because now I’m feeling less than terrific

 

I’m not sure where this bus goes

Or why it’s so slow

But I’ve got this map in my hand

And I got a feeling that it’s time to make a stand

 

The miles stop and start

But they’re curing my broken heart

I’m a dreamer without a dream

A leaf floating in a stream

 

They say dead men tell no tales

But there’s no nail

In my coffin just yet

Just a bunch of regrets

 

Perhaps I’m too young to be feeling this way

I just need to take it day by day

Let my imagination hitchhike out of this nowhere place

Because life’s a journey not a race

Chronic Compulsion

Posted: July 9, 2012 in Poems
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She stuttered her broken words

Like captured birds

Festering in a cage

They were all that remained of her pent up rage

 

I turn the page

 

It’s a new morning

Broken glass is falling

Cutting my feet

I die a little each time I sleep

 

Our memories weep

 

An affair of the mind

The truth is hard to find

You’re my one regret

A scar that’s hard to forget

 

I pray it’s not permanent

 

A kiss is just a kiss

I hurtle into the abyss

Where light fades to black

I’m reminded of everything I lack

 

Including you and I can’t have you back

CURTAIN CALL

Posted: February 20, 2012 in Poems
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There’s a poem crawling out my throat waiting to be written

The bug has bitten

Screaming at me

Why can’t you see?

 

I pause

Let the elevator in my mind change floors

It needs to be an opus

I’m desirous of a purpose

 

It’s a sweaty secret

A baby blue blanket

That gently caresses your breast

And rises and falls with each and every breath

 

You have a confusing way

Of mouthing the words but you never actually say

How you feel

Because somehow then it would lose its appeal

 

You caught me off guard

It’s like a broken shard

That indelicately breaks my skin

Giving me my hit of heroin

 

My hands no longer shake

That’s how it equates

I’m an addict

And you’re dealing in magic

 

I’m walking a tight wire

Playing with fire

I know I should look but not touch

But it’s like I can’t walk and you’re my crutch

 

I know you’re going to drag me down

But I’ll go gladly without making a sound

You are my obsession

My body and my thoughts are your possession

 

I know we’ll never be together in the true sense of the word

And that strikes me as faintly absurd

But you make the bed in which you lie

And my morals are the bargaining chips with which I compromise

 

I am only destined to have you for now

Soon the performance will be over and you’ll take a bow

MEMORIES ARE A MINEFIELD

Posted: February 7, 2012 in Poems
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I wrote this piece a while ago but at this time it has taken on an added poignancy. It seems when we share in another’s heartache and grief it has a way of bringing to mind dark moments we ourselves may have experienced in the past. It allows us to be empathetic to the plight of another. While we may never truly understand what they are really going through, because each of us experiences loss in our own unique way, we can in our own small way extend our hand to them, even if it is only through our words, and tell them though they are lost in a world of hurt and desolation they are not alone. Like us they will find the strength to make it through. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day…

 

It’s amazing how we can rediscover little gems in our minds. Like a forgotten memory that has remained dormant for far too long. You and I walking in the zoo. The sun is shining, you are smiling at me like you always do, laughing breathlessly, as the wind catches your hair, and our fingers gently intertwine. My tenacious fingers are afraid to let this glimmer of the past go but I’m frightened to let it drift to the surface.

 

Because if I dwell on it too long I’ll remember the car crash. The night a part of me died even though I wasn’t there. Replaying it in my head over and over again with visuals that aren’t my own. You were ripped from my existence. Now there’s just a void. A silent place that is haunted by memories of your face. I’d scream your name a thousand times if I could save you but the past is done like a whisper lost in the wind. I wish I could dream you back into life but my imagination fails me when I need it the most.

 

Like an oak stump in the ground never making a sound. Never destined to see another spring and scarring the picturesque landscape forever. I’m broken beyond belief trapped under the weight of this grief. The pieces are all there but they no longer fit. You were the best part of me. The glue that held this fragile creature together and without you I’ve come undone. I’m walking in circles. Every step that I take takes me one step further and one step closer to you…

 

The raw emotions are cluttering up the cupboard

The dusty skeletons lay unearthed and forgotten in the closet

I’ve swept the regrets up from the floor

 

I’m dancing across the threshold of ambiguity

I’m disingenuous

Flustered by reality

 

The rain is falling all around

It tastes salty

As it quenches my thirst

 

I’m falling

But I’m looking up

Anything to stop staring at you

 

You’re shuddering

Invading my vision

Static on my television

 

You’re my drug-addled illusion

Stirring the pot of confusion

Colouring my delusions

 

Weary heads resting together

Next to each other

But actually truly apart

 

A stranger

That keeps me warm

Even though I’m torn

 

Broken beyond belief

Tragic self-inflicted grief

An emotional thief

 

I’m awake

I’m asleep

I’m done

That’s life