Poetry
Writing to, from, and about the parts within. Sharing to normalize the healing process.
Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
a broken mirror’s gaze
i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice
the body keeps the score
but the mind holds the key
if emotions are messages
why the fuck do you ignore me?
the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?
shine light on your shadow
and search your body for truth
why do you keep pretending
the blind can guide the youth?
the mirror is a liar
only one question left to ask
take a breath my child
who doth lie behind the mask?
i used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth
a thousand eyes reflected
in a broken mirror’s gaze
take another breath my child
this is all just a phase
there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
because nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme
This poem is inspired by my book, How To Write Evocative Poetry
my shadow bleeds ink
i’m frozen
reading the words
scratched upon my soul
long before
i knew
how to read
but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake
so many tears
for so few words
it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly
my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again
for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
were so few
the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see
begin again
This poem is inspired by my book, How To Write Evocative Poetry
dear little part of me
dear little part of me
you are safe and you are free
i know for years i didn’t see
just how much you kept my safety
you acted bravely
you kept watch gravely
forced to wield the sword and the shield
and the armour of a lady
but i need you to know
those times have now long past
we can breathe and break our fast
we can live and love and laugh
we can finally rest at last
that it’s safe for you to let go
safe to play and safe to be free
it’s safe for you to be you
and me to be me
i know for years I didn’t see
what you did for us
what you did for me
but i do now
so you can release
but i do now
so we can walk together in peace
This poem is inspired by my book, How To Write Evocative Poetry
I’ve Sold You My Soul
With this book
I’ve sold you my soul
Put myself on display
Showing you my whole
Here
Do you see the hole?
What was left
After my father’s toll
A prostitution of pain
A sympathy payroll
Here
Do you see the hole?
What was left
After her thoughtless console
A pitiful attempt
To reclaim what he stole
I wrote this for me
There’s no other goal
Love it or hate it
Fuck you all
No
Not you dear reader
Just those close to me
Those who chose to troll
Those who attempted to control
Those who don’t know me at all
No
For you I extol
The healing granted
By planting the flag pole
Open your mind to gaze upon your soul
Write
Take back control
Step through the keyhole
Put it on the page
And remake yourself
Into a stronger whole
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Nevertheless
I’m scared
Of what your love
Will cause me to
Face about myself
Nevertheless
I’m confident
That your love
Will guide me
Safely through
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Looking In
I close my eyes.
Where once there was vividness
There is now a vague blur.
Stories and visions intermingle
A kaleidoscope of confusion.
Words and non-words alike
Are spoken and responded to.
The allure of reality is lost,
Replaced by the bliss of the abyss.
The joy of not knowing
Is ever more tempting.
Closing my eyes to avoid it all,
To get to where release was once felt.
But no more.
The avalanche of memory greets me.
I cannot escape the pain inside.
I long to let it go.
To let it all go.
a thousand eyes reflected
i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice
the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?
used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth
a thousand eyes reflected
in a broken mirror’s gaze
quick swallow this pill son
this is all just a phase
there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme