POETRY
Express the mess to release the stress! Writing to, from, and about the parts within.
escape their fate
souls entwined
with a desire
to escape their fate
ancestors
collectively mourning
lost childhoods
disparate people
drawn together
by shared suffering
stumbling
forward
into a new life
fleeing their pasts
unwittingly creating
their futures
they know
what not to do
but not what to do
attempting to avoid
the same mistakes
their parents made
desperately praying
for their children
to escape their fate
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
years on repeat
huddled
in a corner
years
on repeat
every minute
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Without
Without hope
My inner compass breaks
Without faith
I can’t find it
Without love
I don’t have anywhere to go
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Those Few Words
Those few words
Gave voice
To the silence
I always knew
Was there
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
The Love That’s Real
The love I feel
So impossibly real
The love that’s real
So impossible to feel
A point of reality
Against a bleak totality
A bleak totality
Devoid of reality
A pinprick of light
That illuminates the night
A dark night
Pricked with terror and flight
A whispered prayer
Promising a truth and a dare
A violent glare
Promising pain and a scare
A look and a touch
That’s never too much
A look and a touch
That’s always too much
A lifetime together
Souls entwined forever
A lifetime together
Souls enmeshed forever
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
They See
I get more solace
In a day
From strangers online
Than you’ve given me
In a lifetime
They ask
They listen
They see
You just speak
Holding me
To higher standards
Than you hold yourself
Judging me
For acting
How you act
Hating me
For being
Who I am
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
The Devil Speaks
The devil speaks
With the voice
Of those
I love
Whispering
Half truths
Whispering
Lies
I cannot
Always
Tell
Them apart
So
I hurt
The very people
I wanted to save
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Silence
And just like that
The silence
Was broken
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Mere Thought
Isn’t it fascinating
Just how much
A mere thought
Can derail
An otherwise perfect day?
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Running
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
Questions
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?
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Need
I can’t tell you
What I need
Because what I need
Is for you
To know
Without needing to be told
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Lost To Time
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
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
If I Were
If I were
To let go of my pain
Who would mourn
The future
I was never able
To have?
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Forgotten
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
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
Closure
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
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Vestiges Of Civilisation
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
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
capitalistic desire
here’s to the capitalistic desire
to sacrifice our lives
in order to have the
most fancy coffin
just to flex on
our friends
that we didn’t have time for
and to afford a headstone
chiselled with a quote
espousing the value
of hard work
and dedication
to something beyond ourselves
that no one will read
here’s to the capitalistic desire
to sacrifice our lives
in order to have the
most fancy coffin
just to flex on
our friends
that we didn’t have time for
and to afford a headstone
chiselled with a quote
espousing the value
of hard work
and dedication
to something beyond ourselves
that no one will read
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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All I See
all I see
when I look inside
is the hole
where the memories
of my father
should be
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
A Sun Shower
A sun shower
Beautiful nourishing chaos
Raindrops of gold
Rainbows painting clouds
Warmth of the light
Meets
Chill of the water
A moment of bliss
A moment of peace
A moment of reflection
Birds call
Wind blows
The moments past
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken